Coming Back

Well, it hit me today. You know what I'm talking about - Christmas. It must have been the right combination of music (thanks to the always-fantastic SFU Singers!) and a good snowfall that just made everything click, and that excitement that defines so many childhoods rushed back as though it had never left.

Isn't it weird how something can disappear from our lives completely, but the second something triggers it, it can come back almost instantly? From December 26 until just now, Christmas was a fact. Now, it's a feeling and a mood and an almost tangible scent in the air - Christmas is almost heeeeeeeere. But that doesn't change the fact that it can completely disappear for so long and, with little warning and little reason, come back.

That's what I'm talking about today - coming back (not Christmas, sorry).

Although I'll still post a Christmas-ey picture because IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS

Finding It

If you turned on the radio this summer to any station that was vaguely Christian for even a few minutes, you probably heard the song Help Me Find It at least six hundred times (If you haven't, here it is). I'm not saying I mind - I love the song. And you know what that means! I'm going to do to this song what I do to everything I love. I'm going to tear it apart.

That's right! Just as I analyzed Blessings this summer, let's look at the deeper messages behind Help Me Find It, by the Sidewalk Prophets

Their fan club is a for-prophet organization

What the First Half of My First Semester of My Second Year Has Taught Me

Well, well, hello again...much like the spine, I'm back.

It's been...a while. Sorry. Things come up, y'know? Anyway, that was (by far) the longest break I've ever had from writing, but it really was a case of "one thing led to another" and next thing I knew, BOOM Christmas music (Although, in my defense, that is rather early this year). A lot has happened since my last post, and even more since I stopped writing semi-daily. I've camped in a storm, sailed the seven seas, ate a shark, taught a Bible school, definitely didn't accidentally roll over a toddler, kayaked in a state park, fallen into a lake at a state park, biked Gettysburg, learned the ukulele, played the ukulele with Chuck Olson around a campfire singing Hallelujah, wooed a girl with the Catholic Pickup Lines Song (and the aforementioned ukulele), stormed an ice cream shop I suspected of housing Confederates, convinced a lot of people I shaved my head  (or, as I called it, my faux chrome dome). Yeah, I've been busy. Again...sorry.

A great big thank you to anyone who still remembered that this exists and came back (If you're reading this, that means you) and a great big "why" to the several dozen people who blogger tells me still read this every day since I last posted...in July...

Anyway, today I want to talk about something that's been a big theme in my life lately (no, not stress...that'll be coming up soon): change.

Great, another post about change

The Answer to Life, the Universe and Everything

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Really, though, today's Gospel might as well just be called the answer to everything. As in, somebody directly asks Jesus what he has to do to win eternal life. This guy, a scholar of the law no less, asks Jesus "Alright just tell me very simply what I have to do". And Jesus does.

Apparently the Bible in Lego is a thing.