Even though this is a public venue, this post is just for you. I just want to explain myself and I'll be done. This isn't an attempt to put you on blast or cuss you out, I'm not that type of man. Due to the restrictive nature of twitter 140 characters wouldn't get the job done. I hope I can hold your attention for a few more minutes. Something I realized something a while ago is that I don't like relationships to go sour, be it twitter/facebook/real-life relationships, it bothers me probably more than it should. I care too much. Combine those facts with the truth that I think entirely too much and I analyze and over analyze until I get to the point where I am right now...
...I don't like to beat a dead horse, but for the last time, I'm sorry. I wasn't aware of the things that you have been through and are going through with respect to social media. Making you feel uncomfortable was the furthest thing from what I desired, which was to make you smile. I was shocked when you unfollowed, but given the things that are going on in the world, I understand.
I'm not asking you to refollow or anything like that. I simply wanted to explain myself. Real talk, I all those nice things I said, I meant. I'm not one to waste words, even on a not-so serious medium as twitter... I do wish you the best in your education and future plans. Be blessed.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Introduction/I Love The Saints...
This is my [not so] glorious return to the blogging/journal/internet diary world...eh, combined with my use of facebook, gmail, twitter, let's see how long this lasts. I've done xanga, livejournal (or something like it), and now I'm here.
Some housecleaning, if you will, concerning this blog for those who may find themselves here for whatever reason:
1) I write for no one but myself. I, as someone who is able to communicate better in writing opposed to speaking, will use this to organize and make any [insert adjective of your choosing] of my life and/or reflect on said life.
2) In the aforementioned point this will be about my life and as such there will be situations that will involve real people but I will not use their real names...I will give a nickname to protect the 'innocent'. If you are at all familiar with my life then these nicknames will give a clue as to who they are...this may or not be on purpose.
3) Your comments are welcome...kind of in a revolving door kind of way. Anything I like I keep, anything else is kind of like signing out of AOL --- Goodbye.
4) You have the option at anytime to click the upper right "x" in your browser window at any time if at all displeased with the content/topics I choose to write about. For those who aren't blessed to have a working mouse you can also press the Alt+F4 shortcut as an alternative.
5) I love you. Seriously, I do.
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Ok, I love the Lord and one of the things that I do to commemorate this fact is attend church somewhere in these United States. Also, I am a member of the clergy and you will probably see references to Jesus, God, Christ, or whatever other name I can come up with that reflects who He is to me. I digress, I sit with the other ministers in the pulpit area in view of the WHOLE church meaning my every movement, facial expression, word, and breath is being observed by someone at some time. Being myself I absolutely hate that kind of attention...but I'm slowly getting used to it. When I say slowly, I mean at the pace an elephant does an Olympic marathon, LOL.
Every service there is a time that is dedicated to altar prayer...and this particular day we had someone we'll call Guest Preacher do the prayer. The prayer seemed to be going well, flowing, and sincere...at first. Somewhere "Our Father, hollowed by thy name" and "In Jesus name we pray..." we entered into a sermonette, how in the world we got there, I'll never know. I'm not against using the word in prayer infact I think everyone should because used correctly in prayer [I realize that I will have to define "correctly" in another post, and I will] the Word will do some crazy powerful things for you. Anywho, I look around from the pulpit and I can see everything that's going on in the church and this isn't a necessarily a good thing. While Guest Preacher preach-prays, I notice Saint 1 and Saint 2's looks of displeasure towards our friend GP. I notice this and notice several other fellow saints are echoing their sentiment. I honestly believe that there were people out there counter-praying Guest Preacher, with things like "Lord, if you really exist, make him stop.", "I promise to never [insert most recently or most common sin here] again, if you make him stop.", "Lord, I wasn't considering suicide...until now". Saints 1 and 2, exchange words and half smile-laughs, yes this is still during the prayer, and I almost crack up immediately, by now I'm spotted by Saint 1 now forcing me to turn away and face in another direction before I really laughed. Geez, I have to work on my facial expressions, if I'm going to be in front of everyone. Since Jesus is indeed merciful the prayer did end, but not before pissing off 42% [yes, this is a random figure, I picked the number that sounded closest to possible and went with it] of the congregation. ::sigh:: But, the rest of service went well...ok there was one more thing...
(Let me establish a couple of things here, first I use "saint" liberally, I make no assumption as to the status of one's relationship with God or a god of their choosing. Saint, by my definition of anyone who is in the church kids and adult, people who know Christ or simply affiliated with Him...all apply here.)
Introduce, Organ Player, as opposed to Organist or Musical Director because those titles in my opinion are relative to actual skill and my opinion... the Children's Choir was singing today which normally isn't a terrible thing, if you don't care about all the "I really don't wanna do this", "If my parents didn't have a title here I'd..", "Soon as I'm old enough to say no to church...", faces. Normally, they do really well and the church and some of the kids get into it and they did. One thing that you do not do is announce your illpreparedness for any situation, quoting Organ Player, "We didn't practice this song that much, but we gon' sing this anyway..." WTF?!?! Sir, please don't announce that. Do preachers not prepare for a sermon then get in front of the congregation and say "The Lord didn't give me anything, but I'm going to speak anyway."? WAIT?!?! Don't answer that question, because I forgot the world that we live in. Father help us. Do you understand why this person is Organ Player as opposed to Organist or Music Director now? Not to mention Organ Player didn't know how to play the song right. This ranks up there with someone getting up and preluding anything with "This may be inappropraite but..." then doing it anyway or having a praise dance and bust the hydraulics a la Uncle Luke...totally unacceptable. Again, Father help us. Events like these contribute to the feeling that church drags on and on...
I may not like them sometimes...but I love the saints.
There's more I can comment on about this day...but there'll be plenty time for that. Kay I love you bye bye...
Some housecleaning, if you will, concerning this blog for those who may find themselves here for whatever reason:
1) I write for no one but myself. I, as someone who is able to communicate better in writing opposed to speaking, will use this to organize and make any [insert adjective of your choosing] of my life and/or reflect on said life.
2) In the aforementioned point this will be about my life and as such there will be situations that will involve real people but I will not use their real names...I will give a nickname to protect the 'innocent'. If you are at all familiar with my life then these nicknames will give a clue as to who they are...this may or not be on purpose.
3) Your comments are welcome...kind of in a revolving door kind of way. Anything I like I keep, anything else is kind of like signing out of AOL --- Goodbye.
4) You have the option at anytime to click the upper right "x" in your browser window at any time if at all displeased with the content/topics I choose to write about. For those who aren't blessed to have a working mouse you can also press the Alt+F4 shortcut as an alternative.
5) I love you. Seriously, I do.
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Ok, I love the Lord and one of the things that I do to commemorate this fact is attend church somewhere in these United States. Also, I am a member of the clergy and you will probably see references to Jesus, God, Christ, or whatever other name I can come up with that reflects who He is to me. I digress, I sit with the other ministers in the pulpit area in view of the WHOLE church meaning my every movement, facial expression, word, and breath is being observed by someone at some time. Being myself I absolutely hate that kind of attention...but I'm slowly getting used to it. When I say slowly, I mean at the pace an elephant does an Olympic marathon, LOL.
Every service there is a time that is dedicated to altar prayer...and this particular day we had someone we'll call Guest Preacher do the prayer. The prayer seemed to be going well, flowing, and sincere...at first. Somewhere "Our Father, hollowed by thy name" and "In Jesus name we pray..." we entered into a sermonette, how in the world we got there, I'll never know. I'm not against using the word in prayer infact I think everyone should because used correctly in prayer [I realize that I will have to define "correctly" in another post, and I will] the Word will do some crazy powerful things for you. Anywho, I look around from the pulpit and I can see everything that's going on in the church and this isn't a necessarily a good thing. While Guest Preacher preach-prays, I notice Saint 1 and Saint 2's looks of displeasure towards our friend GP. I notice this and notice several other fellow saints are echoing their sentiment. I honestly believe that there were people out there counter-praying Guest Preacher, with things like "Lord, if you really exist, make him stop.", "I promise to never [insert most recently or most common sin here] again, if you make him stop.", "Lord, I wasn't considering suicide...until now". Saints 1 and 2, exchange words and half smile-laughs, yes this is still during the prayer, and I almost crack up immediately, by now I'm spotted by Saint 1 now forcing me to turn away and face in another direction before I really laughed. Geez, I have to work on my facial expressions, if I'm going to be in front of everyone. Since Jesus is indeed merciful the prayer did end, but not before pissing off 42% [yes, this is a random figure, I picked the number that sounded closest to possible and went with it] of the congregation. ::sigh:: But, the rest of service went well...ok there was one more thing...
(Let me establish a couple of things here, first I use "saint" liberally, I make no assumption as to the status of one's relationship with God or a god of their choosing. Saint, by my definition of anyone who is in the church kids and adult, people who know Christ or simply affiliated with Him...all apply here.)
Introduce, Organ Player, as opposed to Organist or Musical Director because those titles in my opinion are relative to actual skill and my opinion... the Children's Choir was singing today which normally isn't a terrible thing, if you don't care about all the "I really don't wanna do this", "If my parents didn't have a title here I'd..", "Soon as I'm old enough to say no to church...", faces. Normally, they do really well and the church and some of the kids get into it and they did. One thing that you do not do is announce your illpreparedness for any situation, quoting Organ Player, "We didn't practice this song that much, but we gon' sing this anyway..." WTF?!?! Sir, please don't announce that. Do preachers not prepare for a sermon then get in front of the congregation and say "The Lord didn't give me anything, but I'm going to speak anyway."? WAIT?!?! Don't answer that question, because I forgot the world that we live in. Father help us. Do you understand why this person is Organ Player as opposed to Organist or Music Director now? Not to mention Organ Player didn't know how to play the song right. This ranks up there with someone getting up and preluding anything with "This may be inappropraite but..." then doing it anyway or having a praise dance and bust the hydraulics a la Uncle Luke...totally unacceptable. Again, Father help us. Events like these contribute to the feeling that church drags on and on...
I may not like them sometimes...but I love the saints.
There's more I can comment on about this day...but there'll be plenty time for that. Kay I love you bye bye...
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