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I prefer real live-human-contact games over board games. Unless it’s Trivial Pursuit.
In college, my boyfriend and I bought Trivial Pursuit and after the break-up, had to discuss how we would handle visitation rights.
On Sunday my pastor gave an overview of where we have been as a church and where we are headed. The story of our journey this last year actually gave me chills.
(Maybe there was just a draft.)
The pendulum swing. Close eyed open mindedness. Love and hypocrisy. Evil and regret. False humility and genuine humanity. Cynicism of past generations. Blindness towards new repetition. Divorce after two years. His fault. Her fault. Happiness as the end all. Feelings as the determinant of truth. Fear of the word respect. Manipulation of love. Consumed by the idea of other. No sense of other. Questions with no answers. Results with no reason. An uncomprehendable God. A good God. A silent God. Loudness. Cemeteries filled with peace. …
I feel like I am being hit with all things Michigan lately. 1) On Sunday night my friend’s parents were in town from Michigan. Awesome accents. I claim I never had one, but some beg to differ. 2) Today I travel home to Michigan. 3) Unfortunately many of us saw the sad Michigan State loss to Butler in the NCAA tourney. I don’t want to talk about it. 4) Last night I saw Mayer Hawthorne perform. He is a Michigan native which is fantastic, but …
Last week my friend Lisa said, “You have a lot of people telling you about their relationships, don’t you…” I do. And I enjoy it because I am passionate about it, but it can also be hard to hear all the brokenness that is keeping people from successful relationships. I pray that being a listening ear and attempting to give advice to my friends actually helps and isn’t just another “voice to a conversation.” Sometimes we talk and converse so much that we forget to …
Sia: The Church of What’s Happening Now When I was five my dad, a pastor, took me down to his office to play while he worked. Normally I would run around the halls of the church or go in the dark sanctuary and roll down the aisle as fast as I could until hitting a pew. We didn’t get out much. This particular night though, my dad set up a movie called the Jesus film. He went into his office to work and was going …
I realize in my “About Me” video my brother edited me saying “eating with friends” like a million times. Probably because its true. I also confess that the shot of me picking up crumbs and eating them off the ground was not staged. I didn’t even know the camera was on me. Real sanitary, Joy.
How infinite is space And who decides your fate Why everything will dissolve into sand How to avoid defeat Where truth and fiction meet Why nothing ever turns out as you planned These are things that I don’t understand Yeah these are things that I don’t understand Things I just don’t understand – Coldplay Maybe it’s our generation, or maybe it’s just my age and the realistic fact that with age comes pain and questions…but it appears lack of understanding is why many question God’s …
(Now that I think about it, maybe I like this devotional because it talks about “JOY” all the time. It was my subconscious narcissism that drew me to this book!)
“Ah, I have picked up magic in her nearness.” –Poet Ezra Pound I don’t vomit that much. In fact, prior to puking on Monday night after the final episode of The Bachelor, I can tell you the time, place and scenario of my last barf. It might have been the food I was eating, I’ll give you that…but all I know is that the moment I began watching the episode my stomach started turning. I have only seen the last few weeks so if my …
Weeping uncontrollably is never a way I like to start off a “Stuff I like” blog…but to tell you the story of Miss Annie Bethancourt and myself, is where I must begin.
For Valentine’s Day my mother gave me a book on loving the church. How romantic. While I don’t want to reveal too much of my personal life in this blog, her Valentine’s gift should: a) give you an idea about the current status of my love life; and b) make you question if I am contemplating joining a convent. (Note: If you are wondering, the status of a) rhymes with “shingle,” and b) rhymes with “Jess.”) (Note 2: My parents both had trouble figuring out …
My flight was cancelled yesterday and I am still in Florida. Erin, who I am staying with, is off to work and I am home alone.
I almost wrote a blog on “Stuff I like: Going through peoples stuff when they aren’t home.”
Not only is this one of the most brilliant play on words I have ever heard, but the concept is genius.
You know when “artists” sit around and talk about a new existential project they are working on which will take three years, a lot of glue and half of their soul? Well, I am guessing the meeting for this ground breaking new website (as well as iPhone app) looked a lot like that. The synergy must have been electric.
Is there power in submitting or does submission always = loss of power?
Have you ever had someone tell you they “suggest” you do things differently? But “suggest” probably means your method was moronic?
For Christmas I made a “mixed CD” for my siblings and friends. I had obsessively been listening to a band called Mumford & Sons and the play list ended up being 97.9% them. So much for a “mix.” I ended up limiting myself to only six of their tracks, but getting rid of certain songs was literally like dropping little orphan Annie off at Miss Hannigans. Needlesstosay… I am obsessed. And so are others. Two of my friends blogged about them recently which is affirming …
(a fictitious letter)
Dear Fellow Friends of Rachel,
Did you know that infants, if put in a pool, start swimming naturally? It’s kind of scary to watch because, well, they are infants. What more can they do than sleep, eat, poop and cry? Letting go of an infant takes a huge amount of trust in the child’s natural instincts. Something we can’t see.
I thought this blog was finished when my friend came by my office this morning. I decided to include her story. She shared how she has been hurt by our Christian community here in Portland. I asked her why and she expressed how words had been said to her in harsh ways.
Stephanie (stephaniebasso.com) and I both grew up in East Lansing, Michigan and attended high school together. She was a year younger than me, and way cooler. I envied her style as she always rocked the layered necklace and bracelet look long before the Olsen twins.
Dear Christian Friends,
This whole Pat Robertson bashing has to stop. We are wasting our energies. I am surprised and appalled at the viciousness I have “heard” via Twitter and Facebook about Robertson’s comments regarding the Haiti tragedy.
Writing is something I am still getting the hang of. I would rather sit on my couch with you and verbally process my thoughts and have you say, “You’re crazy, man” or start weeping and move into the fetal position because I just nailed your deepest darkest fear. Oops.
But since that won’t happen today…here are my thoughts…
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