Life., Musings


This is our culture:
1. Our school busses don’t have seat belts.
2. Our seeds are genetically modified so much, they’ve lost their nutrients and our bodies reject them.
3. Our foods are full of preservatives and other food-imitating substances that give us diseases, but they taste just as good as the real stuff so the public doesn’t notice the difference.
4. Our every-day health products (shampoos, toothpastes) have chemicals in them that give us cancer.
5. Our modes of transportation pump chemicals into the air that give us diseases.
6. Our lifestyles are sedentary, which leads to diseases.
7. Our schools and public buildings don’t have disaster shelters, leaving people exposed to the fury of severe weather, terror acts, or worse.
8. Our adults carelessly leave harmful substances and weapons in the reach of children, right inside their homes, showing complete lack of pro-activity in mentorship of their young ones; perhaps because they weren’t taught, themselves.
9. Our publications feed us the “American Dream” propaganda, which has isolated us into suburbs, locked us into ladder-climbing jobs, robbed us of the joys of farming our own land for food, or making our own clothes, and has now trapped us into vulnerable position that has left us uneducated about the basics of living life; we are defenseless if ever a true depression or war were to hit home.
10. Our army is sent to other countries because their cultures are supposedly more destructive than ours, to keep them from killing their own people, even though we’re doing the same damn thing, only in a way that is legal: under the banner of free enterprise.



Tuesdays are my favorite days. Today was an especially good Tuesday. Not because of any big things that I got to celebrate well, but because of a few little good things that I will celebrate with big reflection and thankfulness. Abundant life is always found in appreciating the little things.



According to stats, a woman has the potential to give birth nearly 55 times between the average puberty age of 14 and menopause age of 51. Depending on the type of birth, that lends to the average potential of having anywhere between 50 and 75 children.

According to the latest US census, the average family has 2 children, and will stick with that.

“A sobering thought: what if, at this very moment, I am living up to my full potential?”
-Jane Wagner



My generation is becoming the antiestablishment, anti-leader generation. We’ve been mishandled by leaders in our communities, and its born distrust and cynicism in our hearts, so we reject them. The majority of leaders in our homes, churches, schools, and governments have been corrupted by the power they’ve been given. Pastors are abusing, politicians are stealing, parents aren’t loving. It’s no wonder we’re rebellious and don’t want a relationship with any of them: they don’t want a real relationship with us.

I wonder how this will effect our relationship with our kids.

Life., Musings

sewn to the earth.

This weekend I went away from here, and travelled down a few long, country roads to spend the weekend at a retreat center nestled in rolling hills spotted with grazing cows and horses. As I was driving, a unique sense I’ve been mulling over recently was carved even deeper into my soul, almost to the point of becoming a conviction. At the very least, I am enthralled with it, and am slowly grafting it in.

This past week I’ve been savoring this thought, this idea, described best by a picture I get in my head of the seam of this leather satchel that I own. It’s very well made; extremely high quality (and because of that I paid a pretty penny for it, but that’s not the point). The point is that if you “zoom in” and notice the stitching, you will be very impressed to find several layers of thread, reinforced by some metal do-dads, not to mention the fabric is genuine leather… so this thing is pretty sturdy. I am confident that it will last me a while, and serve me faithfully. And cheerfully.

And I get this sense that God did this same sort of thing to us. On purpose. He has reinforced our connection to this place, to this earth, this dimensional world, to nature… with great tact, and pleasure. I am so intrigued with how sewn to the earth we creatures are.

Every time a horse stretches down its marvelous neck to harvest nourishment from the ground, a stitch is sewn. And when his hooves tread long its surface: a stitch, a stitch, a stitch, a stitch. The invisible threads tether him here, a permanent fixture, until death does he part.

Birds, fish, reptiles, and mammals. Africans, Asians, Americans, and Antarcticans. We are all being reinforced to our home by simply needing our needs to be fulfilled. What’s more: this marriage can only be severed by death.

I keep asking God why he did this. Why did he make it so that we have these kinds of needs? Why are we so dependent on the need to breathe in gaseous matter? Why do we need to sleep or eat? Why do we need H2O to function properly? Why do we need anything physical; why aren’t our spirits enough?

Why are we sewn in so tight?