Monday, March 1, 2010

March 1, 2010

Kopp Disclosure
(John 3:19-21)

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Matthew and I went to my favorite HD dealership (click on it above to check it out below) on the day before yesterday's middle service where I messed up.

I broke the 10th commandment over a lean 2009 Road King with minimal mileage at a price as low as what I owe on my plastic.

Yeah, I messed up in the middle service as well as over 20 years with Visa.

Talking about Caiaphas and Pilate and their many reincarnations, if you believe in that kinda thing, in today's church as well as world where comfort and control dictate so much of what's going on/down/wrong, I listed some notables like Judas, Arnold, Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Amin, and Osama-been-hating; slipping and saying Obama rather than Osama in the "traditional" service that's bookended by the "monastic" and "contemporary" ones.

It reminded me of a friend in seminary who was serving as an intern near Philadelphia who meant to pray, "Oh, Lord, set our hearts on fire!"

He used a word that rhymes with hearts.

It remains the most exciting moment in the history of that church on the mainline.

Anyway, people mess up.

Just one look at the cross reinforces that reality.

As pour moi, it was brought to my attention by a few folks.

Messiah's fans didn't mind; and you can take that any way...

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The Olympics are over; or that's what I've heard.

Winter ain't my favorite season to begin with.

It's kinda like a sentence that ends with a preposition if you know what I mean.

Besides, being a pastor in a mainline denomination, I already hang out with people working really hard to fulfill their thanatos libido; so I don't need to watch...

Yeah, that curling thing really turns me on.

It reminds me of that popular game for folks in retirement villages.

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I don't like to be reminded of pedestrian probabilities because I still listen to Meatloaf and dream of...

The days left may not be as many as the days spent; but I'm a living poet and agree with Mr. Keating's call to suck the marrow out of life.

I believe that's His intention; rather than walking through life like you're already dead.

He wrote a letter to one of the 7 churches about that.

I'd rather ride.

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I caught a peek at the closing ceremonies from Canada; and while a favorite hottie performed, it was really great to see Mr. Soul in action.

Though Chuck doesn't get it/him because he doesn't get bikers either, I spent a long time in prayer after that; thinking about a younger man who just left ministry to follow his dream.

Actually, the fellah was forced out of ministry by folks who will applaud what just happened in John Knox Presbytery - sorry about the parochial thing that you can read about via www.presbyweb.com or www.ChurchandWorld.com or www.layman.org or, in a glossy and enabling way, www.pcusa.org - but can't handle, well, uh, geez, let me think,...go back to Caiaphas and Pilate for hints.

He's taking up acting.

While I wish he hadn't given up on his day job - it takes one to know one and God knows he knows I know writing ain't gonna pay off the plastic and put a Road King in the barn - I'm kinda envious.

He may fail.

But someday when we're sitting across from each other in one of those warehouses for the aged...

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I just changed the message on my cellular.

It's symptomatic.

I'd list the # for you but I really don't want any more messages from clergy, Democrats/Republicans, and other saleswomen/men; yet it is kinda fun in slowing down folks who are too busy to...

You can call my day job # and ask for it (815-544-6402).

I refuse to take an antidote for the Peter Pan infection.

Looking at grown-ups, it's obvious why Jesus liked children better.

Oh, Lord, set my ___ on fire!

And you can take that any way...

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Blessings and Love!

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