May 31, 2008

It’s about a week late but today, the words of a whispered prayer is finally seeping in to my soul.



If you say so

May 30, 2008

4 When He had stopped speaking, He said to Simon, “Launch out into the deep and let down your nets for a catch.”
5 But Simon answered and said to Him, “Master, we have toiled all night and caught nothing; nevertheless at Your word I will let down the net.”
Luke 5:4-5

If you say so, I will let down the net (yet again). But I’d like to state for the record that the lack of fish is getting lame. Where is the promise of a great number of fish that breaks the net?

I’m sorry

May 29, 2008

Someone interrupted me in a meeting at work earlier this week. Twice. It wasn’t a big deal and it didn’t particularly bother me because I got my point across in the end but I wasn’t impressed.

Anyway, the next day, he came by to apologise. I went from unimpressed to very very impressed. It takes a real man to apologise especially since the incident would have gone unnoticed within 24hours. Most people I know would have just let it blow over. I respect that and recognize his effort and humility.

I think of all the I’m sorry’s I should have said but never did and all the I’m sorry’s I’m still waiting to hear. I wish more people were like him. And while I’m wishing for stuff, I wish I was more like him too.

Devils and dust

May 27, 2008

“I got God on my side
And I’m just trying to survive
What if what you do to survive
Kills the things you love
Fear’s a powerful thing, baby
It can turn your heart black you can trust
It’ll take your God filled soul
And fill it with devils and dust”

This week, I’ve been thinking about how good communication is a real art.  It seems to be a combination of the content of the message, the context of the message and its timing.  It is sad that the content of a message can be missed or become obsolete without the right context or timing.  It is even sadder that relationships can be broken on the back of miscommunication.  A conversation that would have made all the difference 6 months ago is completely obsolete 6 months late.  It is kinda sad to listen to things that you were waiting to hear but then you got tired of waiting and now it was just too little too late.  It can be too late to apologise. 

Anyway, the point of the post is not to winge about that but as a mental note to myself that warm, fuzzy thoughts towards someone I care about is bullshit if it is not expressed.  Sincerity aside, there is an element of skill involved.  I notice that there are some people who are particularly good at expressing appreciation and affection.  They are specific about the things they appreciate.  They know the little physical gestures to accompany the words to get their point across.  Their voices soften.  Their words slow down.  They know how to say the right things at the right time.

I’ve also been thinking about the role of the Holy Spirit in all of this.  What makes one person able to tell from the tone of your voice than you need a friend and another walk blindly by?  What makes one person willing to take the risk to find out and another fearful of possible rejection?  I’d like to say God but maybe it is a complicated mix of sincerity, skill and Spirit.  Either way, after a conversation where I said, “I don’t care anymore” more times that I want to remember, I think I want to be the kind of person who cares too much, rather than not at all. 

The world I know

May 25, 2008

I love Collective Soul.  I love this song.  I love the acoustic guitar.  And today, David Cook’s rendition of it reflects almost perfectly the way I feel.  Enough said.


Funk soul brother

May 18, 2008

I am incredibly prone to earworms. You know, the kind of song that goes on and on inside your head and it won’t f*ing stop.

My earworm for the week is Fat Boy Slim’s “The Rockafella Skank”.  There are like 10 words in the whole song and the melody is on loop.  It is seriously the king of earworm songs.  I just wish someone could MAKE IT STOP!  Argh.

(Featured clip is of fantastic Irish comedian Dylan Moran.)