tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58902662011-04-21T14:08:31.695-07:00Gathering Dawnthoughts from an awakening soul Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comBlogger1671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-30234773890458628762007-04-24T19:01:00.000-07:002007-04-24T19:02:53.140-07:00I can't believe anyone is still checking here, but if you are, I am thinking and thinking about blogging again. I'll be attempting to do so at a new blog where I can add a little more bling.Look for me over here: http://russhoward.wordpress.comSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1163521224069303642006-11-14T08:19:00.000-08:002006-11-14T08:20:24.086-08:00SOME RECENT THOUGTHS ON CHURCHThere are three types of people who associate with the church:1. The General Public – they are simply observing, they are not actively involved or committed2. The Participants – they are actively involved in ministries and meetings, they have made to official commitment to the church3. The Partners – they are actively involved and committed, they partner in the Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1163450225134459622006-11-13T12:36:00.000-08:002006-11-13T12:37:05.156-08:00I don’t know what you hear these days,(if you hear something but can’t remember it, did you really hear it?)but if you can hear this even if for just a moment, then hear this…though things have been distant over this the second half of my life,I called you my best friend once and that means something.And whenever I see a kid and his eyes catch mine, I smile with my right side and I twinkle my Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1162170938456100672006-10-29T17:08:00.000-08:002006-10-29T17:22:53.366-08:00"They don't think I know a butt-load of crap about the gospel, but I doooo."NachoSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1161286086988228562006-10-19T12:18:00.000-07:002006-10-19T12:28:07.023-07:00Hey old manare you sleeping?I don't want to wake youcan I get you anything?a blanket to keep you warm?I want you to be contentI'll keep quietand I'll let you sleep while I do want I wantbut I thought I'd let you know about something I would likecould you float me a little before you nod off?Hey old mando you feel that?the ground is shakingis that thunder I hear?did you see that lightning flash?Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1160687185517131322006-10-12T13:57:00.000-07:002006-10-12T14:16:08.496-07:00I passed an autumn tree with bright yellow leaves on Stewart Street today. It dazzled my eyes like sunlight bursting through gray clouds. And the tree seemed to take great pleasure in its beauty.I thought of turning my car around and plucking a yellow leaf taking it home and looking it up in a reference book on trees to find out the kind of tree it is and to plant one in front Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1158087924549395252006-09-12T12:01:00.000-07:002006-09-12T12:05:24.550-07:00HOW MUCH DOES THIS SOUND LIKE MESSAGE OF JESUS AND THE STATE OF OUR WORLD TODAY?"I start from the supposition that the world is topsy-turvy, that things are all wrong, that the wrong people are in jail and the wrong people are out of jail, that the wrong people are in power and the wrong people are out of power... I start from the supposition that we don't have to say too much about this because Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1158087634510698942006-09-12T11:55:00.000-07:002006-09-12T12:00:34.523-07:00HE'S THERE IN THE MIDDLE PUSHING AGAINST TWO BLOCKERSSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1157914020577719462006-09-10T11:22:00.000-07:002006-09-10T11:47:00.590-07:00THAT'S MY BOYFootball has taken over the Howard family. (Currently it's Bengals 17, Chiefs 3! Wahoo!). However, the NFL has not taken us over. Our lives have been overthrown by Pee Wee football. 4th grade football. Practice 3 nights a week. Games on Saturday. A couple of weeks ago I had had a enough. I don't mind sitting through the 6 hours of practice or the 1 1/2 of game, but when the Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1156792314233347312006-08-28T12:05:00.000-07:002006-08-28T12:11:54.250-07:00YOU'RE A REDNECK PASTOR WHEN......you perform a wedding at the Twin Valley Rod and Gun Club. I stood at the front before a large stone fireplace and a mounted moose head over my left shoulder. To my right were the bathrooms, labeled for setters and pointers. I used the pointers but later, I saw a man come out of the setters, and I got a little nervous. Country music blared from the karaoke Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1156445099703940912006-08-24T11:33:00.000-07:002006-08-24T11:44:59.716-07:00TO BE APPROVED (NO POEMS IN THIS ONE)I am interested about how much approval seeking we do: how important it is to us that other people think we are cool, good, bright, charming, etc... I for one am a master at image maintenance. In any conversation, I can deftly weave simple statemtents that will send the subtle message that I am a cool guy. I can say, "did you see Prison Break last night? Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1156268255350363692006-08-22T10:33:00.000-07:002006-08-22T10:37:35.376-07:00WHEN DID I BECOME A POETRY NERD?I do like the way this guy interprets scripture.To His Lover, That She Be Not Overdressed by X. J, KennedyThe lilies of the field That neither toil nor spin Stand dazzlingly revealed In not a thing but skin And in that radiant state Sheer essences they wear. Take heed, my fashion plate. Be so arrayed. Go bare.Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1156162193957142352006-08-21T05:01:00.000-07:002006-08-21T05:09:53.980-07:00WHAT CHILDREN HAVE A RIGHT TO...From Joe Ehrman -receive love and support from their families and communities (kingdom picking up the slack) -should have a positive identity based on what God thinks of them (not their color, creed, or zip code) -every child provided for (not earn their keep or be an imposition to society) -be safe and protected from violence (at home, school, streets, or on the Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1155921097496538832006-08-18T10:06:00.000-07:002006-08-18T19:34:18.076-07:00EMBRACING UNCERTAINTY AND CONVICTION: LIVING IN THE "BOTH/AND"This is a poem that gave me thoughts to think from Taylor Mali.Totally Like WhateverIn case you hadn't noticed, it has somehow become uncool to sound like you know what you're talking about? Or believe strongly in what you're saying? Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)'s have been attaching themselves to the ends ofSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1152643833062624832006-07-11T11:32:00.000-07:002006-07-11T11:50:33.086-07:00I WAS DUE FOR SOME KID'S STORIESI like to write down stories about the kids because over time they are forgotten, overshadowed by newer stories. And the kids never tire of hearing them.This week, I picked up a journal I've written in over the past few years, and I discovered one of those stories that we had all forgotten. I was away at a conference and had called back to check in with the Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1152237449710012262006-07-06T18:55:00.000-07:002006-07-06T19:05:04.283-07:00BECAUSE I THINK WE CAN DISCOVER WHERE WE ARE BY EXPLORING WHERE WE HAVE BEENI was born on Mother’s Day of 1966. As the story is told, my dad burst through the church doors exclaiming, “It’s a boy!”It’s fitting really. Every Sunday from that day to the day I went to college, I was carried through, walked through, and – when no one was looking – ran through those same doors. Sunday mornings. Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1152149008643576872006-07-05T18:17:00.000-07:002006-07-05T18:23:28.666-07:00MY FAVORITE SONGWRITEROur good friends, Dan and Serenity, were over for dinner the other day, and we engaged in this wonderful conversation about Paste magazines list of the top 100 living songwriters. Lists like that are really only good for creating some fun discussion and that's exactly what it did for us.It got me thinking about my favorite songwriter. Mark Heard didn't make the list - he'sSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1150213120895354432006-06-13T08:32:00.000-07:002006-06-13T10:13:29.620-07:00Switching SidesThe grass lies heavy, wet with dew. Birds flitter here and there, singing over their early work. Light slowly spreads first in shades of blue. And as for me, I am gathering the dawn. This is the moment of our time, just past night, seconds to the sun. And it is a good time to be alive. This moment is ripe for those who choose to wake up. Creation waits, dripping new, and it Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1141513612038902792006-03-04T14:59:00.000-08:002006-03-04T15:16:39.210-08:00Sporting the MulletThis kid is closing in on a two digit birthday, but he is already old enough for me. He has stopped kissing his papa.Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1140441740701728822006-02-20T05:13:00.000-08:002006-02-20T05:23:43.543-08:00 She Wants a MoustacheThe girl crawled into bed with us last night. She laid down between the Queen Mother and I.Teasing her, I tossed a blanket over her head.And from underneath the cover, I heard her tiny, muffled voice say, "Smells like chicken."Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1140095227892889582006-02-16T04:52:00.000-08:002006-02-16T05:07:07.906-08:00She Cracks Herself UpThe girl is five, and last night she followed the Queen Mother into the kitchen. She asked, sweet voiced, "Can I have a snack?""Sure. A healthy one." The little girl opened the pantry and stared into the stacked shelves. "Can I have some cereal?""All we have is granola.""What's that?""Here, try a little." The Queen Mother poured a few chunks into a bowl. The girl picked Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1140026529338189302006-02-15T10:00:00.000-08:002006-02-15T10:02:09.366-08:00If You Like This, Send Me Money and God Will Bless YouClick here and respond accordingly.Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1139846239114714602006-02-13T07:25:00.000-08:002006-02-13T07:57:19.160-08:00Being a poet is not writing a poem, but finding a new way to live.I'm still working through 1 Peter on Sundays. Yesterday we looked at something Peter encouraged his friends to do. It was important enough to him that he brought it up three different times. His friends were dying. They had sworn allegiance to a Jewish carpenter turned Rabbi and chosen him as their king (claiming "Jesus as Lord" Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1139516064720977212006-02-09T11:41:00.000-08:002006-02-09T12:14:24.736-08:00"Hi, I'm Russ and I'm in Deity/Human Resources"I hate it when people find out that I am a minister before they get to know me."Hi, I am Russ.""Hi, I am Phil. What do you do?""I'm a minister.""I'm sorry."What is Phil apologizing for? Probably some recent indiscretion that I may of overheard. Or is he really sorry that I am a minister? Mike, a new neighbor of mine, told me to respond by saying..."Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1139454837844369292006-02-08T19:10:00.000-08:002006-02-08T19:13:57.860-08:00A.K.A. Paul HewsonBono speaks at the National Day of Prayer Breakfast. A rock star like no other. Check out the transcript or download the mp3 here.Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1139009658951121772006-02-03T15:14:00.000-08:002006-02-03T15:34:18.963-08:00What Could Have Been Their Final MomentsDORISWe first met at school. Some of the older boys came to help tutor us. Lloyd helped me with my German.STRANGERReally.LLOYDDidn't even know anything about it.DORISNot a lick.STRANGERHa.LLOYDThe next time I saw her was at the county fair.DORISHe walked right up to me and asked me out. Right in front of my date.STRANGERNo!LLOYDSure did. She said "yes" Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1138904737504289792006-02-02T10:03:00.000-08:002006-02-02T10:25:37.576-08:00I'm ItSeven Things You May Not Know About MeI was Wabash High School's Business Student of the Year in 1984I once co-wrote a heavy metal song titled, "Puke, Blah, Puke, Blah, Vomit, Spit Up"I once yelled, "Hey everybody, let's have an orgy", while on a church hayride1991 was an angry year for meI don't like to eat in the darkFrogs freak me outI lied to my coach when I quit the wrestling teamThe Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1138738502993335892006-01-31T11:43:00.000-08:002006-01-31T12:21:00.133-08:00Getting Beat DownI'm still swimming in the deep end of the pool with 1st Peter. This week we are moving into the experience of the first century Christians Peter was writing to, that is persecution. This was a marker of this little sect beginning with it's founder. He winds up executed. And he warned his followers saying, "they didn't understand me, they won't understand you." We'll ignore the Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1138589551216936192006-01-29T18:23:00.000-08:002006-01-29T18:52:31.273-08:00Winter Comes To Rule The Varied Yeara soundtrack for winterBlake's Big MistakeBetty LaVette - JoyMike Doughty - Looking at the World from the Bottom of a WellThe Decemberists - 16 Military WivesImogen Heap - Hide and SeekSun Kil Moon - Tiny Cities Made of AshesBright Eyes - Road to JoyConstantines - Draw Us LinesShout Out Louds - Very LoudLeroy - Good TimeMocean Worker - Right NowThe Go! Team - Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1138580070767924022006-01-29T16:06:00.000-08:002006-01-29T18:59:03.286-08:00W Ain't I CoolThis is cool. Surf on over to pandora and enter a track or a performer that you like. They will create a radio station for you. It's a great way to find new music. I tried it with an unusual band, Half Handed Cloud. They cranked out a very nice HHC song, In Holy Pursuit, and then followed up with Papas Fritas, The Mountain Goats and a guy I have never heard of, Chad Vangaalen.I Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1138491554510024512006-01-28T15:27:00.000-08:002006-01-28T15:39:14.520-08:00Lunch BreakHere a few of my favorite sandwiches...3. Quiznos Black Angus Steak - beef and two cheeses (mozzarella and cheddar) and a spicy sauce. I've missed this one since we moved from Visalia.2. Penn Stations Philly Cheesesteak - steak and provolone grilled together with onions, banana peppers and mushrooms slathered with spicy mustard. Ooo la la. I found a Penn Station in Richmond last Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1138328924655925762006-01-26T17:29:00.000-08:002006-01-26T18:28:44.723-08:00This World Is Not My HomeSo I am preaching this weekend from 1 Peter, and we are discussing how he names his friends in the churches as "strangers". He literally calls them "resident aliens". Life in the Roman Empire was a temporary visit for them. They didn't belong to it. It was not their homeland. They were a pilgrim people traveling through a foreign land. He tells them to live in the Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1138193927975004272006-01-25T04:21:00.000-08:002006-01-25T04:58:48.046-08:00Pilgrims on Interstate 75My old friend Jerry has been checking in lately, and he's kicked up some nostalgia from the dusty corners of my mind. Last night this memory was kicked up.It was Saturday night. We were bored. We were going bowling.I had just pulled in to the bowling alley's parking lot, when Ed said, "you know, tomorrow is my brother's wedding reception."From the back seat, Jerry said, "Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1138107082863018872006-01-24T04:24:00.000-08:002006-01-24T04:51:22.913-08:00Who's In Charge?Shortly after we moved in the Queen Mother took the girl to a ballet recital. Man day at the Howard's. We started the day with a little playstation, but then I turned my attention to the long list of things needing to be done around the house. This list was compiled and left with me by theQueen Mother.I decided that if I was going to work then my sons would work with me, like PaSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1138044110588531492006-01-23T11:12:00.000-08:002006-01-23T11:24:05.273-08:00Story TimeJames Frey wrote a memoir about his drug addiction and his journey back from it called A Million Little Pieces. It’s a national best seller. It was one of Oprah's Book of the Month Club picks. And he made parts of it up.Fry turned an incident where a policeman found him passed out behind the wheel of his car into a brawl with a cop. He spent a few hours in jail. Fry turns that night Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1137980459237531122006-01-22T17:36:00.000-08:002006-01-22T17:42:36.990-08:00Selecting a Readerby Ted Kooser, our poet laureateFirst, I would have her be beautiful,and walking carefully up on my poetryat the loneliest moment of an afternoon,her hair still damp at the neckfrom washing it. She should be wearinga raincoat, an old one, dirtyfrom not having money enough for the cleaners.She will take out her glasses, and therein the bookstore, she will thumbover my poems, thenSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1137845390008231142006-01-21T03:54:00.000-08:002006-01-21T04:09:50.053-08:00All AboardThe Queen Mother has settled on a theme song. She's been listening to a cover version by a guy named Christopher Dale, though she's been spinning the original lately too. She listens to it often enough, the oldest has started singing it around the house. Here are the lyrics...Crazy, but that's how it goesMillions of people, living as foesMaybe, it's not to lateTo learn how to love, Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1137761732951191712006-01-20T04:17:00.000-08:002006-01-20T09:19:20.480-08:00More From The Last Word"...we may propose that Israel's sacred writings were the place where, and the means by which, Israel discovered again and again who the true God was, and how his Kingdom-purposes were being taken forward."N. T. WrightHow do I encounter God through the sacred writings?How do the sacred writings invite me into God's kingdom purposes (a world that lives in and continually Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1137676673532255062006-01-19T04:44:00.000-08:002006-01-19T05:17:53.620-08:00She Gave Herself AwayLast night I barked at the 6 year old. I sent him to his room and told him to stay there until I came in.A moment later, when I walked in, I looked at him and said, "I know what you did. And you are going to tell me what you did or else I'm going to tickle it out of you."The boy tried to run, but he didn't have a chance.I held him down and tickle tortured him.I paused and Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1137596568002612842006-01-18T07:00:00.000-08:002006-01-18T07:02:48.003-08:00Better WordsI like words. I want my kids to like words and to use good ones. I like to try to help them think of words that best fit what they want to say. A couple of days ago, I was sitting with the oldest at the dinner table. We were talking about Dr. King, and I was telling him about a sermon I had heard of Dr. King’s on NPR that morning.He was telling a story about how his 6 year old Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1137529873029707802006-01-17T12:06:00.000-08:002006-01-17T12:31:13.090-08:00The Bible, Authority, and MeHere is a big deal for church dorks like me: Biblical authority. In fact, in the faith tradition I grew up in and am still a part of (I've not gone Anglican yet), the authority of Scripture is one of two major pillars of the movement.Wright hits on this in The Last Word when he asks the question, "what kind of writing is the Bible?" It's not a list of rules, even Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1137445594534083792006-01-16T12:56:00.000-08:002006-01-16T18:58:00.900-08:00Catching Up and The Church of EnglandI've been away from the blogosphere for a while. It's hard to jump back in when so much time has passed, so I thought I could pack several things into one post and maybe then the next one won't seem so daunting. So here goes...I met some cool Anglican's the other day. Nice people and enjoyable to talk faith with. (For the less-geeky-ministery types, Anglicans Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1136005465373776712005-12-30T20:53:00.000-08:002005-12-30T21:04:25.386-08:00My Latest obsessionI began with a pomegranate Sparkling Juice. Sweet, but not too. All natural. Delicious. I was hooked. Next came Clementine. And then Sparkling Pear. Oooooohhhhhhhh, the sparkling pear. Then I made a trip to Jungle Jims (gigantic, find-everything-you-could-possibly-want-or-desire grocery store) and returned with the blueberry, blackberry and my favorite so far, grapefruit. Pure Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1133356106959992202005-11-30T05:05:00.000-08:002005-11-30T05:08:26.973-08:00Where The Howards Now Lay Their HeadsSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1129727141137651042005-10-19T05:54:00.000-07:002005-10-19T06:10:47.153-07:00All Good Things Must EndI had a streak going. 8 years, 54 days without a speeding ticket.We were rolling home from visiting family in Richmond, IN, driving the ultra-safe, family wagon, when my phone rang. It was my great friend, the Reds archivist.When I mentioned to him that at that moment I was driving through Oxford, OH, he told me that he had driven through there many times. That's when the Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1129588594008353182005-10-17T14:53:00.000-07:002005-10-17T15:36:34.053-07:00Re:aligningJen and I have found it hard to sound excited when we talk about taking the job in Eaton. To be honest, I am wrestling with some things in myself that I really don't like very much. I know that I feel like I am better than a 60 member, backwoods, conventional church minister. See what I mean. What kind of jerk thinks that?It's like Tim said. "We talk about this incarnational Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1129378348991326982005-10-15T04:57:00.000-07:002005-10-15T05:12:28.996-07:00Nada SurfI've been listening to these guys lately and really enjoying them. Their song "Always Love" has this great line...To make a mountain of your life is just a choiceSo lately, I have chosen to make life a mountain, and yesterday I chose a job. We are all headed to Eaton, OH, population 10,000. Their are people there who need someone to guide and teach and love them. That is something I Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1129228773738299302005-10-13T11:25:00.000-07:002005-10-13T11:39:33.743-07:00Decisions, DecisionsAlright, I admit it. I am an obsessive person. Here are a few of my obsessions, past and present:Peach SnappleTombstone Pizza's (I still have one once a week)Dr. Pepper (I was kicked out of Taco Bell for just shoving my head under the fountain and letting this sweet nectar pour right down my gullet)Jones Soda (oh how I miss pineapple Upside-Down Soda)Altoids (curiously strong Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1129144666244397802005-10-12T12:11:00.000-07:002005-10-12T12:17:46.250-07:00A Few Things I Am Looking Forward To When We Are Back In Our Own Spaceliving life at our speedsitting around in my boxerseating pizza in front of the T.V.peeing with the bathroom door openbeing able to get into the saddle withouth worrying if the parents can hear uskids who don't have an easy mark for candy (grandma)using shower soap that isn't covered in someone else's hairSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1129063541412117662005-10-11T13:40:00.000-07:002005-10-11T13:45:41.423-07:00Nobody Number OneI'm listening to this gorgeous song by Over the Rhine and and Karin sings this phrase..."I'm so far down, I'm beginning to breathe"And I am drawn thin. I am made of nothing but dreams and bones, and it all seems so far away. But I am beginning to breathe.And she sings over and over..."C'mon now child don't cryC'mon now child don't cryLet's give it one more tryC'mon now child Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1129051912658798572005-10-11T10:28:00.000-07:002005-10-11T10:36:21.830-07:00Where We Arein-betweenSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1129050355810416312005-10-11T10:04:00.000-07:002005-10-11T10:05:55.816-07:00Why Didn't I Think of ThisFrom Mark...A pastor said to me that he loves to try new things. And the thing he's trying right now that he thinks is such a good idea? [drum roll, please — and brace yourself] He's paying his staff based on how many people, on average, attend the ministries they are in charge of. He grinned as he told me that, for example, one of the pastors has a fairly low monthly Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1128975760979707442005-10-10T13:22:00.000-07:002005-10-11T12:56:03.936-07:00You Are Not The KingThe middle one has become a pool shark. The kid is barely big enough to see over the table, but he is shooting like a pro. Seriously, if he is as good as he is now at 6, he’ll be amazing by 12. I’m pondering how we can profit from this new development.“Hey buddy. $100 bucks says my midget beats you at 8-ball.”The kid has a list of all the people in the house right now (seven Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1128901065142424122005-10-09T16:37:00.000-07:002005-10-09T16:40:00.046-07:00He For Whom I Wear YellowExistence is survivalThink breathe and you inhaleThink breathe and you exhaleAnd the breath reminds you that you are aliveSwallowing shards of glassDrying out your tearsYou existYou surviveAnd I who breathe easyWho swallow sweetlyPiss and moan my petty inconveniencesAnd you, you surviveThe old prophet cries to the skyThrowing in the towelAnd the voice whispers back“you Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1125500871384794882005-08-31T07:31:00.000-07:002005-08-31T08:07:51.423-07:00Your Kingdom Come On Earth, As It Is In HeavenWatched an episode of the show "House" last night. The title character is a real horses-rear end of a doctor, one of those guys who never lets you be right even when you are right.In the episode, he discussed a near-death experience he had. While he was dead for more than a minute on the surgery table, he saw visions. He chose to interpret those Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1125059117333874702005-08-26T05:24:00.000-07:002005-08-26T05:25:17.340-07:00Martin Luther King, Jr.Violence as a way of achieving justice is both impractical and immoral. It is impractical because it is a descending spiral ending in destruction for all. The old law of an eye for an eye leaves everybody blind. It is immoral because it seeks to humiliate the opponent rather than win his understanding; it seeks to annihilate rather than to convert. Violence is immoral Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1124887181083269402005-08-24T05:22:00.000-07:002005-08-24T05:39:41.086-07:00Somebody Hire Me, PleaseNow that I have not been a paid, professional Christian for about a month, I've had time to think a little about the church and it's money.I wonder if the church's goal isn't to collect money to put in to itself, paying for the large comfortable building, all manner of programs to keep the happy church people happy, and pastors to run them. The only church program that Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1124886122035290842005-08-24T05:16:00.000-07:002005-08-24T05:22:02.043-07:00Pie in the SkyLong-haired preachers come out every night,Try to tell you what's wrong and what's right;But when asked how 'bout something to eatThey will answer with voices so sweet:You will eat, bye and bye,In that glorious land above the sky;Work and pray, live on hay,You'll get pie in the sky when you die.Joe Hill"I was hungry and I starved to death." JesusSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1124833759432607892005-08-23T14:47:00.000-07:002005-08-23T14:50:07.460-07:00... Help my Unbelief - Pt. 1For having once had my issues with the I-Pod, in months since the night my comrades gave me one, I have become surprisingly Pod-savvy. I have been tripping the Pod –o-Sphere fantastic.I have discovered the joy of Podcasts. These are mostly “anti-radio”, radio shows featuring music, art, technology, culture, religion – just about anything really. They are there to Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1124833650452942792005-08-23T14:45:00.000-07:002005-08-23T14:47:30.460-07:00... Help my unbelief - Pt. 2So, I’ve been chewing on Slusher’s comment, and I have to admit that he has a point. This is one odd story to choose to find yourself in. But I wonder if it really is so odd. I mean, the heart of the story is really death giving life. Still seems odd, but should it? We are surrounded by this principle. Watch The Lion King and sing with Elton about “the circle of Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1124726204975037782005-08-22T08:54:00.000-07:002005-08-22T08:56:44.980-07:00The Voice is MineI’ve been thinking about how the world works lately. My pursuit of God is taking me there actually. I’m beginning to see my pursuit of Him to be a pursuit of reality, of the way things are truly meant to be. I realize “reality” depends upon a person’s perspective (what is reality to the Alzheimer’s patient is different than what is reality to their nurse), but I do believe Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1123636589088268372005-08-09T18:14:00.000-07:002005-08-09T18:16:29.093-07:00T. S. Elliot on Life and Pain and JourneyWe shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of all out exploringWill be to arrive where we startedAnd know the place for the first time.Through the unknown, remembered gateWhen the last of earth left to discoverIs that which was the beginning;At the source of the longest riverThe voice of the hidden waterfallAnd the children in the apple-treeNot known, Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1123418787892544332005-08-07T05:45:00.000-07:002005-08-07T05:46:27.896-07:00Words from my Favorite Irish SaintNow, for all its failings and its perversions over the last 2,000 years—and as much as every exponent of this faith has attempted to dodge this idea—it is unarguably the central tenet of Christianity: that everybody is equal in God's eyes. So you cannot, as a Christian, walk away from Africa. America will be judged by God if, in its plenty, it crosses the road Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1123110845591628892005-08-03T16:14:00.000-07:002005-08-03T16:14:05.596-07:00Another One from Jacks Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1123081051706712342005-08-03T07:47:00.000-07:002005-08-03T07:57:31.713-07:00the truth of communityall day longthe horrible august sunset them on fireand maching gunsand attack dogsand barbed-wire fences wired with elecricitywhere teenaged boys threw themselvesto escapefrom auschwitza prisoner fled the campor so the nazis saidand lined 600 men of barrack 14 into rowsthe men were forbidden to speaksit downor take one step out of lineunder penalty of immediate executionall Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1122512093835917712005-07-27T17:54:00.000-07:002005-07-27T17:54:53.846-07:00Our First Blue Sky Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1122431935789044602005-07-26T19:38:00.000-07:002005-07-26T19:38:55.796-07:00Josie at Amarillo's Cadillac Ranch Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1122392806234332192005-07-26T08:46:00.000-07:002005-07-26T08:46:46.236-07:00The Natives Are Restless in Arizona Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1122386543534104612005-07-26T06:52:00.000-07:002005-07-26T07:02:23.540-07:00Texas NextBefore we left Visalia, I went to my bank and warned them that I would be spending money across ten states and that I didn't want them to suspect that my check card was stolen and put it on hold. So what happens Friday night? Our card locks up, and we could not contact our back until Monday. Downside: sitting around Chandler for an extra day. Upside: sitting around Chandler for anSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1122131621171979252005-07-23T07:57:00.000-07:002005-07-23T08:15:51.663-07:00South/South-EastYesterday was day one of "the Howard's Long Haul". 600 miles, $350 (just in gas), and 5 hours sleep later, we are chilling in Chandler, AZ.We saw beauty. The Mojave itself is pretty stunning. Desert hills, sandy brown dappled with spiky, sun-dried brush gives way to cactus and red earth. We passed by the edge of a desert lightning storm. The kids counted the strikes as we drove.I Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1121296571348759232005-07-13T16:14:00.000-07:002005-07-13T16:16:11.353-07:00Funeral Blues (because Mitra once asked my favorite poem)Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.Let aeroplanes circle moaning overheadScribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,Let the traffic policemen Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1120841660941568772005-07-08T09:54:00.000-07:002005-07-08T09:54:20.946-07:00Origional Watercolor by Jackson Fisher Howard Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1120670044305898472005-07-06T10:02:00.000-07:002005-07-06T10:14:04.310-07:00Still and KnownI have three friends... and they are Mind, and Heart, and Rhythm. They give me thought.They warm my life.They pace my journey.And one couldn't have it better.So, to Mind who is at war...To Rhythm who wanders...To Heart who hollows out......peace....peace....peace.Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1120669277178554402005-07-06T09:49:00.000-07:002005-07-06T10:02:44.906-07:00What I HateI hate I-pod owners. It's true. It's a choice. I choose to hate them. I hate them, because they have one and I don't. I know it's a hatred born of petty jealousy, but I don't care.Well, at least that was true until this past Sunday.A few comrades, who knew my angst and accepted it just as they accepted me, bought me one as a going away present. I tore off the wrapping paper, and there Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1119474943233611612005-06-22T14:12:00.000-07:002005-06-22T14:15:43.240-07:00CHAPTER 2: SWEET WINDSThat night Fig slept easy, the words of his electric poem blowing through his mind like sweet winds from a different universe. In a dream, Fig rode these wind currents feather-light and free. He sailed across great and grassy plains; he climbed the chilly gusts of mountain vistas; he even rode the coursing tides on the ocean floor, tasting saltwater on his tongue. He passed Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1118860457741994532005-06-15T11:30:00.000-07:002005-06-15T11:35:51.343-07:00FIG AND THE FOGCHAPTER 1: GONE ROTIt was a Monday evening in early February, and Fig sat at his window as he did most evenings before bed. He had closed his book, The Adventures of Robin Hood, and was looking out over the city. He lived on the 52nd floor of the 3rd largest building in Pungent City, and he had never seen the stars. He liked to imagine that the lights of the city were the stars, Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1116167759472051202005-05-15T07:33:00.000-07:002005-05-15T07:35:59.476-07:00From Walter Brueggemann"We keep pushing and pulling and twisting and turning, trying to make you fit the God we would rather have, and every time we distort you that way, we end up with an idol more congenial to us."Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1115319382152359932005-05-05T11:55:00.000-07:002005-05-05T11:56:22.156-07:00Mike Told Me to Blog ThisSo I'm sitting in my car in front of Jackson's school. I drove him out for a drama class. All I can hear is the rain plink, plink, plinking on my metal roof and I'm watching the drops form on the windshield. and for a moment each drop holds it's shape. it is what it came to be in the air above me here. and then higher on the windshield, several drops join together andSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1112834405146647922005-04-06T17:27:00.000-07:002005-04-06T17:40:05.146-07:00Quiltwork and Stories and the Compilation DiscA few friends and I have this thing going. We choose a theme and then each of us puts a disc together, shuffling songs together that represent that theme for us. I like what Jen Lemen has to say about these kind of discs...anyway. when the quiltmaker is just starting out, she cannot tell stories. at least not on purpose. she just collects what she Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111977432533598032005-03-27T18:37:00.000-08:002005-03-27T18:37:12.533-08:00I Feel Like This Today Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111795244800179562005-03-25T15:50:00.000-08:002005-03-25T16:00:54.393-08:00Easter and Terri SchiavoI was reading this article about Easter today (N. T. rocks by the way) and then I got to thinking about Terri Schiavo.O.K. so here is what I think...I think that being a follower of Christ calls us to give special care and attention to the weakest in our community including the Terri Shiavo's of the world. And that by Christ's example, we should view life as sacred in a Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111704531487185242005-03-24T14:48:00.000-08:002005-03-24T14:48:51.486-08:00C'mon Dad Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111642466841192612005-03-23T21:26:00.000-08:002005-03-24T09:39:25.796-08:00And the Oscar Goes To...Most of you know my opinion about the film Hotel Rwanda. In case you are one of the few who don't, let me make it clear: God wants you see it.And I'm not the only one who thinks so."Then I realize that's why Hotel Rwanda seemed to me an even more Christian film than The Passion of the Christ. Forgive me if this sounds crazy to you, but try to understand; it evoked in me a Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111533975036163312005-03-22T15:15:00.000-08:002005-03-22T15:26:15.036-08:00The Cats in the CradleLast week, the oldest and I were talking again. We had somehow gotten onto God and how He is everywhere. I got to share one of my favorite sayings from Dallas Willard: "we live in a God bathed world".The boy told me that it reminds him of a brick wall."How's that?" I asked."Like we are the red parts, and God is the white." And in the visual of brick and mortar, he Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111429169990645722005-03-21T10:19:00.000-08:002005-03-21T10:19:29.990-08:00The Mysterious One Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111428933729394702005-03-21T09:53:00.000-08:002005-03-21T10:15:33.730-08:00CreedI see his blood upon the roseAnd in the stars the glory of his eyes,His body gleams amid eternal snows,His tears fall from the skies.I see his face in every flower;The thunder and the singing of the birdsAre but his voice—and carven by his powerRocks are his written words.All pathways by his feet are worn,His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,His crown of thorns is twined with every Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111374663147005622005-03-20T19:11:00.000-08:002005-03-20T19:11:03.146-08:00The Thinker Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111374263236298552005-03-20T18:53:00.000-08:002005-03-20T19:04:23.236-08:00Ready to Enjoy Some Time with Sam AdamsIt's been a very long day, and I am exhausted. But I couldn't break the streak... 8 days and no sign of slowing down. Boyah!Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111301965935003932005-03-19T22:54:00.000-08:002005-03-19T23:02:12.616-08:00We Are the Stations of the CrossU2 was finally inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame this week!Bruce Springsteen gave the induction speech. Speaking of Bono, he said..."Now he's a great frontman. Against the odds, he is not your mom's standard skinny, ex-junkie archetype. He has the physique of a rugby player... well, an ex-rugby player. Shamen, shyster, one of the greatest and most Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111185144020363842005-03-18T14:32:00.000-08:002005-03-18T14:32:24.020-08:00My Six Year Old Hope Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111184389148310912005-03-18T14:11:00.000-08:002005-03-19T07:04:54.226-08:00Stuck in a MomentI've not been here for days. Oh, you may have seen me. Looking busy. Taking care of business. But I wasn't really there.You may have even talked with me. I responded to you. I nodded my head and said, "oh, yes" when it was appropriate, but I wasn't really listening.If you are one of my children then you know. You've been repeating things to me three or four times. You know I'm Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1111104103060427902005-03-17T15:56:00.000-08:002005-03-17T16:01:43.063-08:00Eternity Sits Dense TodayI buried a friend last week. Yesterday I sat with others whose tears witnessed to their struggle with their 25 year old handicapped daughter. Today I listened as a wife told me how she kicked her husband out of the house.Sometimes the air is thick with uncertainty, and I suffocate on it.And then there are times, rare though they are, when eternity is density.Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1110987698372548582005-03-16T07:36:00.000-08:002005-03-16T07:41:38.373-08:00Faithful in the Small ThingsI read this quote from Dag Hammarskjöld this morning..."The “great” commitment is so much easier than the ordinary, everyday one - and can all too easily shut our hearts to the latter."The future of God is caught up in the actions of ordinary people living out the ordinary, everyday moments of their lives.Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1110949139663000182005-03-15T20:47:00.000-08:002005-03-15T20:58:59.666-08:00Dream a Little Dream for MeI talked with a lady today who said that she dreamed a dream after her mother died.In it she met Jesus. He looked different than she thought he would. He had dark hair, olive skin, and stood short enough that when she hugged Him she could lay her head down on his shoulder. When she saw Him, she realized she had seen Him before. In every picture showing the aftermath Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1110828412311672452005-03-14T10:48:00.000-08:002005-03-14T11:26:52.316-08:00Last Night at the V.P.Mike (www.spiltwine.blogspot.com) and I were talking last night about about Adam and Eve and their life in the garden. Their world just seemed so complete. They were there, co-creating with God. Making babies, beginning a family, eating, enjoying and interacting with nature; all very earthy things. But they also took strolls in the garden with God.Some people view the Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1110741399570119102005-03-13T11:08:00.000-08:002005-03-13T17:26:02.903-08:00I Think He Was Refering To His BrotherThis story is closely related to the previous one, just in case you get the impression that the Howard kids are only full of brilliant, philosophical conversation.Last night I sent the boys in to clean their room."But it will take us all night," I heard."I'm not really in the mood.""I'll help," piped in the little sister, brightly.Then came the complaining Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1110644066255820612005-03-12T07:53:00.000-08:002005-03-12T08:14:26.256-08:00God Loves the Little Children, Red and Yellow, Black and WhiteThe family and I were spending a slow afternoon watching documentarys. What can I say, it's what we do. We were watching and learning about Rosa Parks and the racism she faced when the oldest turned to me and said, "Sometimes it makes you wish you weren't white." I love the way that kid thinks.Skip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1107968970808030532005-02-09T08:57:00.000-08:002005-02-09T09:11:19.980-08:00Help Wanted
I have the oddest job.
A lady in our faith community had a biopsy done. I called her afterwards. I wanted her to know that I was concerned – that I cared. Besides, I’m a pastor – it’s what I do. She proceeds to tell me how it went, in great detail. Did I mention that the tumor was on her breast?
After we hung up the phone, her husband asked her, “Were you just talking to the pastorSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1107537957219332362005-02-04T09:24:00.000-08:002005-02-04T09:31:38.533-08:00Joanna in my Ear
In my ears there is a voice, high and with a bit of a screech. It is loud and careless. A little hard to listen to. And she sings…
“And a thimblesworth of milky moon
can touch hearts larger than a thimble.”
And I am disarmed.
“O my love,
O is was a funny little thing
to be the ones to've seen”
I think of all those who shared a thimblesworth with me. Two nights ago I shared aSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5890266.post-1107484003078410422005-02-03T18:20:00.000-08:002005-02-04T09:30:07.723-08:00Like a Pendulum Swings
I heard a lady say, “Balance is a state that I pass through going from one extreme to the other.”
Why do I still think that balance is the only correct state of Christian existence? Have I lived so long with a gospel of life maximization (God can help me get the most out of my life)?
I am a deeply imbalanced person, fractured and petty.
I wrote this a year ago but neverSkip McGeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13442566210414101280noreply@blogger.com