connect the dots
lots on the go in my head, and in one way or another it’s all connected…
office hi jinks
commanding the attention of the male patrons, the slender blond makes her entrance. laid bare are her shoulders and perhaps an indication of her self esteem. she’s made her point, we’ve chomped at the lure. meanwhile behind the counter, the blond employee sneaks some festive looking chocolate chips. sometimes it’s so hard to hide things.
very short stories
a few weeks ago i was introduced to hemingway’s ‘6 word story’ over at the winterbeard. (which btw is becoming one of my favourite blogs to frequent). here are two that i’ve since written:
“bone on wood. door opens. yes?”
“pictures are face down. nobody’s noticed.”
in honour of blondel i too have grown a winterbeard:
one hundred and twenty days
i can hardly believe that the first four months of life for theStory have passed. wow. january 7 we ‘publicly launch’. the living room days are over. i wonder if we’ll miss them.
saskatoon
for the first time ever, i’ll be in saskatoon this july speaking at a jr. high camp. this is part of the way i make my living these days (though i do have some reservations that i’ve been mulling over the last 18 months or so) so if you need someone to talk at people, please inquire. i can talk about anything…music, vintage automobiles, ice cream, God stuff…thanks to phil for passing my name along.
creativity
eugene peterson once said that pastoring can be one of the world’s most creative jobs. i need that to be true. but where does creativity and the pastorate truly intersect? what’s the difference between progress and abuse? for the love of the gospel, is there really a difference?
$14 including tip
once a month i engage in deep conversations with my 63 year old barber. religion, politics, tomato plants…you name it. i keep telling him i come back for the talks and not the haircuts (though he’s very good). in keeping with a tradition that calls back to the last time i lived in sarnia, today after my haircut he gave me a bottle of his homemade wine for xmas. what could be better than an italian barber?
touching bottom
for some reason mondays have been low and depressing days for me. they’ve also usually been my day off. i wonder if there’s a connection. this past monday in particular i was in the tank. anybody else ever felt that vibe?
crappy churches
how is it possible that poorly led churches continue to exist?
what’s worse?
annoying cell phone ringtones or the loudly obnoxious conversations that follow?
Filed by Joe at December 19th, 2006 under Church Planting, Office Stories
nice bread…jeffs brother grows his bread as well…he lets its grow from the opening to the closing of duck hunting season…which is from sept-dec. it gets crazy wild…he looks like a bush man…but i guess it keeps him warm on the lake on cold days. im glad i didnt marry that brother.
Comment by ness — December 20, 2006 @ 5:43 am