Back in Oregon. What is it about coming back to the town you grew up in that makes you feel like you haven't grown up at all? Maybe I'll get in a fight on the playground this week just to prove a point. The weather's better than I remember, and the drivers are worse. I'll chalk it all up to global warming.
Steve's Day Planner:
Rise: Whenever
Governor's Cup for coffee: 45 minutes after rising
Lunch: How much coffee did I drink?
Whatever I Want: Rest of the day
Retirement at age 24 is quite an experience, but I refuse to buy a motorhome. The daily routine of neckties and cookie-cutter haircuts seems long gone, and I'm surrounded by tight black jeans, black t-shirts, black hair, and the Northwest is home.
And as I sit, sipping a chai that is only slightly too sweet, I wonder why it took me 20+ years to realize: I'm uncomfortable with Christianity. This religious banter bouncing around my brain has gone from friendly to violent. But the Kingdom of Heaven has been coming on violently, and the violent take it by force. I was king once, or never was, but thought it true. The whisper of Life Abundant has grown to an ear-splitting scream. As much as I give up, I still grab tenaciously to anything I can, hoping to hold onto parts of a Kingdom that was never mine. My borders are shrinking by the minute and being caught in an undertow has never been this great.
And if I am swept out to sea,
Let me be.
2 comments:
I like it when you make fun of mexicans. Could you maybe do a blog sometime about that? Could even talk about our program of adopting a mexican family. We used to be so passionate about that. Where did it all go?
..."I was king once, or never was, but thought it true."...
Dude, powerful stuff. How true is that? We are so insignificant, yet so self-centered in our pursuits. It's like we always come back to fact that we are a mere drop in an ocean. Yet we forget over and over...
This is the Steve I missed so much. Keep them coming.
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