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'My recent life journey has taught me that the expanding life of Christian liberty, the ongoing process of emancipation that the Bible calls sanctification, is not a death march to holiness. No, it's a dance--a beautiful and intoxicating dance that God leads. For people who are accustomed to marching, the rhythm of the dance feels very awkward at first...'
- From the excellent 'Samson and the Pirate Monks' by Nate Larkin
I've noticed that a lot of the people I follow have also found @shitmydadsays. Iit's just like following my grandma on twitter, except grandma has only dropped the F bomb once ever and it was repeating what someone else had said so everyone knows that doesn't count. Everyone is following this fella, (383,000 isn't everyone but still that sounds better) but no one talks about it. I suspect it's because his name has a dirty word in it. Technically my sunday school going grandma says shit and I'm going to go ahead and say that if your grandma can say a word then that makes it okay. (Not sure if they teach that at Seminary)
Posterous has themes now. AND thanks to them letting you use CSS and html you can build your own. I like this idea, but what drew me to posterous was it's simplicity and the LACK of themes. I fought wordpress themes for so long that I didn't even feel like writing content because of the pain in the butt wordpress.org had been for me- I didn't even want to log in! So I do like the pretty themes, heck I'm sporting one already, but I hope posterous stays true to their roots and keeps it simple. --side note: theme designers don't advertise their name or links to their work here as they do on the wordpress and tumblr themes.
This really happened:
"Can I borrow a piece of paper to write down directions on how to get here? My wife is always saying, 'How am I ever going to find that place if you die?'."
Yesterday I logged into twitter and clicked unfollow 10 times. Most were folks I've followed since I signed up for twitter in May '08. I'm tired of the elite and those who have come to think they are the elite (in real life and on twitter). Those two are similar but are not identical-- that is; twitter and reality. Twitter is a breeding ground for pride that consumes.
"Tradition should never get in the way of mission - then it is sin. Tradition can come from anytime, even the recent past. Remember that people are more important than tradition."
--Dan Kimball (from #thenines)
Example: Be as excited about letting that Chris Tomlin song get retired as you were about doing that Tomlin song when you first heard it. Be excited about reaching into that neighborhood that you've previously ignored, etc.
Hey baby....no camera? for reals? I thought we were about to embark on a relationship made in heaven. It was going to be you and me, eventually my friend google voice and mountains of memories. Alas, instead of working on your shortcomings, you chose to overwhelm the masses by having your dad show up at the party. And oh my is he a powerful man. So powerful in fact, that had anyone else attempted to announce things like "same old product- BUT it's $30 cheaper" or "you know those juicy rumors you heard? Yea they are all crap" they would have laughed his terribly dressed round self out of the building. Until you mature a little more I'm just going to let you go for now. When you come out of this little cocoon as a pretty, young, feature-filled touch - we'll talk.
I hope I'm the guy who is always into something new.
We made fun of Ernest, the eighty-some-year old man who took automotive tech classes with us, but looking back we probably were just envious of him. Ernest could have been anywhere else he wanted, but he chose to take a class that most of us were only taking because we had to. He was eager to learn, we were eager for the bell to ring. The more things I find for myself to do the more often I wish I had the time to sit down and learn. Learning for me now is pulling up w3schools between answering phone calls or helping customers. Looking back I guess I admire Ernest. Even at eighty he wasn't satisfied to sit back and stop growing or learning.
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