London Calling

What a horrible, sad, cowardly, cunning and evil event. This morning, I had a hollow moment. Before going on a run, I decided to check the news online - and all, literally all - the news stories were about some bomb in London. I rushed to the tele, flipped on Fox, and there it was.. a mini 9/11. I wish my first thought was to pray for the victims, and pray for the perpetrators - but it wasn't. In my callousness, my first thought was, this will serve as a good reminder as to why we're in a war right now. I'm pissed to keep hearing about all the negative views on Iraq, and I think people forget that this is the reason we're fighting! Who wants to set an end date to the war on terror?

Now that time has passed, and the hypnotism of watching repeated images of bloody Londoners walking through the streets has faded slightly, I am ready to catch up to all those more Christ-like than me, and to pray for the familys and the Country, and for hearts to change and melt.

Burdens of a busy man

It's times like this, when you're running frantically all over town, answering emails, IM's, voice messages and phone calls... when you really want liberation. I mean, work is a good thing, right? For God's glory, and for our fullfillment, we need to work.. But then why am I thinking about Alfa Romeos and Lake Leelanau's 78 degree fresh water right now?

My clients are in a less-than-perfect status right now. I'm commited to work for most all the waking minutes between now and when I leave to visit my old man this weekend (I just now remembered - oh yeah, I probably do need to pack before I leave).

So life isn't perfect. I don't know if I can imagine what perfection in life is anymore - and by the grace of God. It proves to me the status of this world; fallen, ultimately unfulfilling, and in the words of CS Lewis, nasty and brutish.