Wednesday 16 January 2008

That present malady

Why do we persist in accepting the mediocre in life?

Why have we forgotten about radical change, radical growth? Or do we just not think that kind of shift belongs to us. It's for other people; is that the way we have started to believe?

We do it in our families.... "Well, I can't tell her/him how I feel about that, it's just the way they are. We've always had that relationship and I just don't see it changing... and, my beliefs, views pain, it is just not what they want to hear about." Why doesn't it matter enough that you could reach farther into their hearts and truly know them , to take the risk of being exactly who you are with them and let them truly be who they are with you. That means mother to daughter, daughter to mother, sister to sister, aunt to nephew, niece to uncle, cousin to cousin. We were put in our families for a reason and they are a testing ground for how we relate to the world. Why do we lose all our courage here in this landscape?

We have friendships that we just let disappear and fade into time and others that we maintain but how much is real and how much is just a facade?  How many of your friends really know you?  And it's not how many friends would stand beside you in a crisis, it's how many of them would you ask? How many of them would you let in?

Romantic relationships end and instead of making new friends out of the person we have just ended it with, or honouring them, we live in culture that just expects things to get bad or worse or just be nothing... is that person nothing?




I am horrified at the little we accept, at the mediocre and lukewarm prayers we pray. We allow our well-worn and time honoured traditions around communication and lifestyles to rule us. We truly let molehills become mountains in our lives by refusing to step out in faith and courage.
I am sick to death of the mediocre in me. I want to slam it into a wall and never let it up again. I want to rise to every challenge God puts in my way, even if the challenge is learning how to be grateful. I don't want to accept a mediocre gratitude from myself, I don't want to pay lip service to anything I do. My church, my neighbourhood, my country, my world is in bed with mediocrity and I know there are some righteous souls out there kicking lukewarm in the ass and winning and I want to be a part of that.
What about you?

Sunday 6 January 2008

Things you may or may not know about me

  • I have a huge phobia around bubbles. I am not afraid of them however, I find them repulsive.
  • I am a pool shark - I can beat most of all y'all.
  • I cannot eat anything that is too mushy - whipped cream and mashed potatoes are out. Also, no milkshakes, this is just mushy plus bubbles which is doubly disgusting.
  • I love bunnies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • I have read War and Peace several times and I love it.
  • I didn't know my Dad's real first name till I was nine. His name was Keith but my Mother called him Mike. Actually I have many many family members who we call things other than their real names.
  • When I was 7 I was convinced I knew exactly how to build a fully operational replica of the Loch Ness Monster.