The Sweep: "It's just money..."

"No really, it's just money."

I recounted several sad and hilarious events from my early childhood to Jake this morning. I think I might begin sharing them periodically with el internet.

I need to start writing in here when I'm actually...feeling like it? Just coming on here because it's that time of day isn't very conducive to anything interesting coming out of me.

I read the first three books in Augustine's "On Christian Teaching" today. It was one part awesome, one part crazy, and one part really boring. By his guesstimation, it's alright to go ahead and have ten wives, as long as your only goal is procreation, but it is not ok to have one wife if you're having sex with no intention of having babies. Interesting...I don't entirely reject the thought pattern behind that at least. It's all about loving God and rejecting the world and all...

Jake did some laundry. I ate some eggs....

Our Wednesday night pow-wow was a success I'd say. I wish I could be Han Solo. Do I ever.

I spent awhile looking for that missionary (?) that visited our church in california, Scott Alan's cd online. I hoped against hope that I might have it on my ipod. no such luck. I know it's at home somewhere, but I had no luck finding it online. There were some pretty memorable tracks off that actually.

I found a picture of King's EV Free online and fell into a lot of nostalgia (which in turn brought on all my recounting of embarrassing childhood incidents. I think I heard that the church shut down a couple years ago? That's really sad when I think of all the work people put into it over the years. The last time I was in California (Goodnes...in 2006?) it seemed like it was doing better than ever. At least as far as the youth were concerned.

Those goosebumps I used to get watching Fitz play piano, the sun coming in through that (who knows if it was fake or real) stained glass panel on the door and making all those pretty colors ( I could think of no better way to put it...). Then there was going around the back of the second portable and just. using my imagination. Who knows why I went back there. So often. Just by myself. I would...think...or...just. go off into some sci-fi fantasy land...spy on the adults in the parking lot. The painting in the nursery that my parents did....the mist tarp things that'd get set up in the summer for VBS. VBS...just wandering around the church like I owned the place before the service. Swinging back and forth on those make shift pipe-railings painted black on the wheel-chair access thing. All that gardening. The sunrise services for Easter (Why on earth doesn't OEFC do one of those? so awesome.) followed by a massive breakfast potluck...pretty stellar times really. It doesn't feel...really...connected to me though? I don't know. I mean. I had a pretty awesome childhood the more I think about it. So many people who loved God so much, trying to nudge me in the right direction.

I should apologize for always being so disingenuous to so many people for so long. At least apparently. Maybe actually. I still carry on in that tradition largely. But. I endeavor to fix it.

Ok. Tomorrow. Running. For real this time.

I still remain incredibly tired almost constantly. I don't really understand. I've been eating fruits and vegetables. for awhile I was exercising pretty regularly. I don't know. Give it more time I guess. Get more routinized. continually.

Jake's memorizing Philippians with me and Matt also. Woooooooooooooooo...hoo. People don't do enough real fellowship together. as far as I can tell. Including me.

"For the divinely established rule of love says, 'you shall love your neighbour as yourself' but God 'with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind', so that you may devote all your thoughts and all your life and all your understanding to the one from whom you actually receive what you devote to him. And when when it says 'all your heart, all your soul, all your mind', it leaves no part of our life free from this obligation, no part free as it were to back out and enjoy some other thing; any other object of love that enters the mind should be swept towards the same destination as that to which the whole flood of our love is directed. So a person who loves his neighbour properly should, in concert with him, aim to love God with all his heart, all his soul, and all his mind. In this way, loving him as he would himself , he related his love of himself and his neighbour entirely to the love of God, which allows not the slightest trickle to flow away from it and thereby diminish it."

Something from "On Christian Teaching" that I found...noteworthy. a lot of stuff about...I dunno. It's all. ...to quote another great Christian philosopher, "but look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in."

Here's Jake's pooping spree in the meantime...