Tuesday, December 27, 2005

everyone is on myspace

lots of people are on myspace

some people are on myspace twice ... possibly even three times.

ben says "join myspace punk!" and "you can write witty things about yourself."

not necessarily in that order.

it is true, too. i've seen lots of other people's myspace accounts (i am a loser). and many people do write witty things about themselves.

well dang it i can write witty things about myself wherever i want. here, newspapers, bathroom stalls...anywhere. so what if only two people read it? i don't need your validation (sob).

from what i've seen (i have a very rewarding job. it rewards me monetarily to research things like this. it thinks it rewards me monetarily to design real estate ads. but how long can that really take?) there are three kinds of people on myspace.

there are the people who write witty things and in-jokes about themselves and sometimes about other people.

and there are the girls who post semi-nude pictures of themselves in hopes of finding a man to love and respect them. which works out well i'm sure.

and then there is the third kind which includes anyone who is not one of the first two kinds.

now you know everything you need to know about myspace and never need go there again unless you are one of the above three types of people. or the fourth type of person - a loser who refuses to join myspace but spends their downtime at work perusing other people's myspace pages, usually without their knowledge.

is that creepy?

i think it's creepy.

Monday, December 19, 2005

The absolute sweetest thing...

Forgive me, Lord, for judging my friend and my brother and those unlovables, some of whom are probably far nearer to the truth of Your salvation than I am.

And especially (right now, anyway) my friend and fellow believer. When I judge him I condemn only myself.

Forgive me for being self-seeking and indulging in unrighteousness and indignation, as if I had some right.

Forgive me for insulting Your forgiveness and not believing in the redeeming power of Your blood over myself or the the people I have the nerve to deny grace to. For thinking I have to redeem myself and judging Your blood worthless. For thinking You cannot redeem them and judging Your blood again worthless.

Because when you pled, “Forgive them, Father, they know not what they do,” over me and over those people I’m tempted to judge in my anger and selfishness … and when You bled over both me and them, You spoke the last word.

Who am I to say that Your blood cannot cover my sin or my friend’s?

How dare I, after You forgave the inexcusable in me, refuse to forgive the slightest offense from my brother? To behave this way is to spit in the face of my King.

Forgive me, Lord. Bring me to a place where I realize how little I am worth and how much Your blood has made me worth. I deserve nothing. You gave me everything. Thank You for Your endless mercy for my wretched, wicked soul.

I believe in the answer to this prayer. I believe that I am not condemned and I thank You with everything in me for seeing and hating my sin, but loving me enough to wash it away. Thank You that it is Your goodness and only Your goodness, not my own, that leads me to repentance.

“Return to your rest, O my soul, for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you. For You have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears and my feet from falling.” -- Psalm 116:7, 8.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Hm...

Sorry I haven't posted much recently. I've been very busy at work.

It's a riveting job. It challenges me. It challenges me to not to punch anyone in the lip. For instance.

Let me give you an example.

Today I was "designing" a brochure for one of our agents. She was standing over my shoulder watching, which is a habit everyone should get into. It's not annoying or disconcerting at all. Trust me.

Anyway, as she stood there watching, she asked me to change the font.

"To what?" quoth I.

"I don't know," she said. "Something refined." Then, on second thought, "but like a log."

I'm sorry, what?