YONDER BREAKS

I was on an awesome vacation with Katie's family last week on the East Coast. I've gone east several times this year, and every time I miss it more. The green, rolling hills of Pennsylvania and sultry coasts of the Carolinas in particular seem to be calling me home. And that's the best way to put it -- it feels like home. It's got me thinking, and rethinking, about a lot of things: why I am where I am, what I'm doing here, how long I'm supposed to be here? Basically, God's call; because I do feel called to the entertainment industry and Los Angeles, at least for now. But I can't help but long to go to my eastward home. But what is home? Are we really ever at home on Earth? Isn't Heaven supposed to be our home? A man told Jesus he would follow Him wherever he went. Jesus replied, "Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head." So to follow Jesus, means we really have no home on Earth...

I'll admit it: I've been on a bit of a Top-40 kick lately, which means whenever my CD player doesn't work or I get tired of the CD's I have in my car (I won't lie, sometimes I even turn to it on purpose...), I will listen to the two Top-40 stations saved on my radio buttons. Because we're in Los Angeles, one of them is hosted by Ryan Seacrest, which is a big step from Two-Girls-and-a-Guy on 95SX back home. Every once in a while, he does this thing called Ryan's Roses where he calls up a dude who is suspected of cheating by his girlfriend/wife. They call him and tell him he's received a dozen free roses, asking him where he wants them delivered, to whom and what he wants the card to say. If the guy gives him to his lady, then he's probably not cheating, but if he gives them to someone else, he probably is. Yesterday I was listening and this is the first time I've ever actually heard the Ryan's Roses thing, although I've heard abou...

I have a calendar on my desk at work. I listen to a lot of sermons and have a lot of thoughts throughout the day, so I usually write them down on my calendar. I used to use sticky notes, but decided it would be more environmentally friendly since this big piece of paper is in front of me all day anyway, and blankly ripe for writing. At the end of the month, I write down all of the worthwhile stuff in a little notebook, and this month's seemed particularly good because I have been listening to a lot of sermons on manhood. Here's some of the stuff: Manhood = we will see, we will act. We are strong for one reason: to give it up for something greater than ourselves. Women's magazines have so many things for them to be doing all the time (how to cook, how to lose 10 pounds by Friday, how to please your man in bed). The reason is because women are so devalued in society, so they either have to do everything to have purpose, or they have to become sexual creatures. We need...

I woke up this morning to a puddle around my refrigerator. At first, Katie and I thought it was broken (or at least I did). Turns out, something pressed in the spout on our Brita filter and the water leaked out everywhere. At least it was filtered water that I found all over our floor -- maybe it's cleaner now... Anyway, in my clean up, I learned that the shelves in the door of our refrigerator are removable! It got me thinking about how refrigerators aren't the kind of thing we really explore when we get one, so we don't even know what we have. It's not like a new car where you drive it and try to find every cup holder or figure out how to fold down the seats in three different configurations (Honda Fits are amazing...). Or like a new camera with fifteen different picture settings. Or even a washer/drew where you always wonder what would happen if you try Permanent Press. Which reminds me, I have to go change my laundry. Excuse me... Resuming this a day later...any...

I've been thinking about this song today: In particular, these lyrics: I want to see miracles, see the world change Wrestled the Angel, for more than a name For more than a feeling For more than a cause I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You And You're raising the dead in me  It's been tough for Katie and me to get out of bed lately, and I think the reason is because our days lack something spectacular to look forward to. It's not that we don't have good things -- we have an awesome and new marriage, tons of friends, creative projects to work on, good jobs and The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess to beat -- but it's still not enough to make us excited to wake up (I know, that game came out 5 years ago, but I am always two steps behind in video games). Anyway, I think this is all because we were created to see God work, and if we aren't seeing God work in tangible ways, then there is something crucial missing from our daily lives. And...