Wednesday, September 19, 2007

argghhh ~ a random stream of consciousness, matey

* did you know that today, september 19, is "talk like a pirate day"? i kid you not. you can check it out here. (does hallmark have a card for this?) at any rate, there are even sites on the web where you can generate your own pirate name. from now on, just call me "plunderin' billy".

* i hate postnasal drip. it irritates the heck out of me. seriously. i googled the the term and discovered that the glands in your nose and throat continually produce up to two quarts of mucus a day ~ which is normally swallowed unconsciously. gross. but hey, god had a plan there, eh? anyways, i woke up this morning after having postnasal drip ALL NIGHT, and my uvula was HUGE! gag. grrrr.... swallowing is not fun. (please don't confuse "uvula" with a female body part that is spelled similarly.)

* speaking of uvulas ~ did you know that people actually get these pierced? good grief. i stumbled upon some pictures of uvula piercings here. i can't even imagine...

* my small group at church is reading "messing spirituality" by mike yaconelli. talk about an awesome guy. here are a few of his equally awesome quotes:

* The truly holy people I've met in my life are really interesting people. They're a mix of the most incredible godliness and at the same time, the most unbelievable earthiness. I know a woman who curses like a sailor, but she's the most holy woman I know. She is! I'm not kidding. We've created this image of what holiness looks like that's just nonsense. Good holy people probably drink too much some times, and have colorful language, and there's plenty of room in the Bible to see people like that. We have to see life for what it is, entirely more complicated then simple. Spirituality is not simple; it's complicated. It gets messy sometimes.

* The grace of God is dangerous. It's lavish, excessive, outrageous, and scandalous. God's grace is ridiculously inclusive. Apparently God doesn't care who He loves. He is not very careful about the people He calls His friends or the people He calls His church.

* There are a whole lot of people who are so freakin' busy—they've so cluttered up their lives—they're at their wits' end. And if they'd only just stop for a minute, they could hear the God of the universe whisper to them, "I love you."

mike yaconelli said that at his funeral, those who eulogized him would simply say, "mike was a mess."

amen, dude. aren't we all?

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