Last week, I admitted that I wasn’t OK and gave you my permission to revel in your not OK-ness (not that you needed my permission). If last week was not OK, then this week was one, uh, terrible. I mean, wretched. Gut-wrenching.
It was bad.
I think that’s what I like about Friday…the hope of the rest, relief, and recreation the weekend provides is just on the horizon. We can let ourselves go, have a Pajama Day Saturday, rock out with the worship band at church on Sunday…and then have at it again.
But were weren’t made to live from weekend-to-weekend. We weren’t even meant to live day-to-day, but rather moment-t0-moment…and in those moments, in each and every moment, we were meant to rely on God. We can’t have faith in the past moment. We can hope to have faith in the future moment, but we MUST live in the present moment. Oh, there’s nothing wrong with finding happiness in the weekend! We were also meant to hope in the future…or rather for a “future hope.”
When life is painful, moments creep by. Moments until the pain meds kick in. Seconds between each sickening sob. Minutes pass like hours as we wait on God to answer our cry. Hours are like days.
I imagine this is how the ancients felt as they studied the prophecies regarding the Messiah. When is he coming to save his people? Probably a question asked by many as they looked for a sign, doubting He would come as a helpless baby born into abject poverty. They watched and watched for Emmanuel, and so many missed God in their midst because He didn’t fit their expectations of a Messiah.
I know I miss God with me all the time, especially when I let those moments pass by failing to give each and every one to Him. Deep thoughts for a Friday. (But, who knows if I’ll roll out a Christmas post this year? I mean, this could be the last time I’ll post for three weeks. Who knows?)
And, with that, here are some of the things amusing me this fine week…
* “A Charlie Brown Christmas” was on ABC last night. There was some weird elf special on after the amazingness that is vintage Charlie Brown, so I decided to abandon the television until a repeat of “Bones” came on at 9 PM. I love watching Linus quote the Bible, even putting aside his little blue blankie to take the Christmas musical crew about the real meaning of Christmas. Incidentally, my pastor is a lot like Linus. I think he has the WHOLE BIBLE memorized. When he preaches, he uses NO NOTES and recites all the Scripture he uses from memory (OK, he does occasionally glance up at the big screen…but not often. He *IS* a senior citizen). It should be noted that my pastor does not use a security blanket, but I do think his Bible is super glued to his hand. I love my pastor! I also love Linus’ blanket, so this edition is for you, Linus. Or, rather, your blanket…because we all need a little tangible security.
*Author Mary DeMuth isn’t just a superhero(ine) for aspiring writers who want to publish books; she’s just super in general! I admire Mary’s honesty, wit, and transparency, which are qualities that not only shine in her memoir, Thin Places, but also on her blog. This week, Mary wrote a great post called, “Criticism Does Not Define You.” Oh, how we need to be reminded! I am HORRIBLE at taking criticism, but EXCELLENT at dishing it out. As a writer, I need to be open to criticism. Mary’s post helps with the sting. AND…if you sign up for her e-zine, you can get a free PDF of Mary’s e-book, Live Uncaged, which has a very beautiful cover featuring a bird! (Sadly, my Kindle only shows the cover in gray-scale. If only I had a Kindle Fire…) I am enjoying the challenge of reading Live Uncaged because Mary writes in a way that makes my soul flutter.
*My friend, Eric Altson, isn’t just married to one of the coolest women on the planet (Renee), he also has some mad drawing skills. With pencil, he sketched “The Last Supper of Childhood” (pictured above) AND gave me permission to share it with y’all. Isn’t Eric *the* best? He warned that I may get a cease-and-desist letter from those who hold the copyrights to the characters depicted, but I’m gonna risk it. And it’s NOT like he’s making money off of it. Also, please remember the Altsons in your prayers right now.
*Apparently, I’m just a magnet for talented people…or I just flock to them. Whatever the case, you NEED to check out the photography of the one-and-only Justin Gifford. I’d like to say I taught him all he knows, but I’d only be telling you the truth. (Or not.) Since my RSS feed is jammed with 1000+ blog posts that I’m going to read “some day,” I asked Justin if I could subscribe to his blog via email. And you know what he did? He added an email subscription option–just for me!!! Secretly, I think it’s only because I gave him a six-pack of Rockstar energy drinks when he watched my dogs a few years ago. I think Justin capture the range of human emotion so expressively.
*If you’re like me (and you’re probably not), then it’s your dream to witness a singing/dancing flash mob OR be a part of a singing/dancing flash mob. I live vicariously through the plethora of flash mob videos that are uploaded onto YouTube. A word of warning–there are some pretty mediocre flash mob attempts. But all-in-all, watching flash mob videos on YouTube is a great waste of a morning. I just want to flash mob the holidays away! The above video features one of the most advanced singing/dance routines I’ve seen. I mean, Irish Folk Dancing? Wow!
Well, I have some cookies to bake. Actually, I don’t. I just thought that was a clever way to say, “I’m ending Friday Faves now because I’m tired and I’m going to bed. Though I probably won’t go to bed right away. I might catch up on Facebook, read a little, and so forth.” But I am going to bake cookies with BFF Sarah this weekend, so by the time you read this, I may very well be baking cookies. How’s that for blatant honesty?
What’s your favorite Christmas cartoon? Do you have a “security blanket” like Linus? (Mine’s called a “journal.”) Does your pastor memorize his whole sermon (if you have a pastor)? Is it also your dream to be in or witness a flash mob? If not, what is something outrageous you’d like to do? Do you think I really taught Justin all he knows? (If you answer “yes,” you can have a cookie from the batch I may or may not be baking at this very moment.) Do you let criticism define you? Do you think you could be Eric at Pictionary? How do you “miss” God in your life?