Secrets...

Every Sunday, one of the first things I do is check PostSecret. It may be as early as 2 in the morning, and I check the site, hoping that new secrets have been listed. But why? Is it like a bad wreck, and I am simply drawn to others' secrets? Or am I hoping that with each postcard that I read, I will find my secret. Though I have never sent in any postcards creatively depicting my inner secrets, I always end up holding out, waiting for one of my secrets to appear on the screen.

Love your neighbor...

"How I treat a brother or sister from day to day, how I react to the sin-scarred wino on the street, how I respond to interruptions from people I dislike, how I deal with normal people in their normal confusion on a normal day may be a better indication of my reverence for life than the anti-abortion sticker on the bumper of my car."
- The Ragmuffin Gospel


I want to live like this. But why can't I? Why can't I live with reverence instead of just speaking about reverence?

I was reading a "Seed Story" today. This guy was telling about how in his (home) church, they have an open sharing time, where any and everyone shares what God has been doing in their life over the past week. This man was saying how throughout their discussions, the group often leads into heavy conversations. He admitted to wanting to take a firm stance on everything. But he then realized that he needed to "limit his soap-boxes to only 2."

And I thought...what if we did that? And more directly, what if I did that? What if I had to speak up less about what I believe because I was living it out more? Isn't that what it's about...living out your faith, not just talking about it?

But what do I know?

check it out

pretty self-expanatory...

before I die...

I have been working on this for a bit...and now... my running list of things to do before I die...

Wear out as many bibles as I can

Learn to play the piano

Spend some time in Uganda

Go to a catholic church on easter

Kiss in the rain

throw a dart at a map and travel wherever it lands

be on broadway in some form

walk hand-in-hand with someone in central park

meet clayton king

get a tattoo

ride a horse on the beach

dance in studio 54

read the bible cover to cover

witness the miracle of life

save a life

write me autobiography

help build a tree house

ride an elephant

take a hot air balloon ride

have a hobby room in my house

swim with the dolphins

go to a midnight mass on Christmas eve

go on a cruise

take singing lessons

experience zero gravity

go white water rafting

shower in a waterfall

drive a convertible with the top down and music blaring

learn to play the guitar

learn to bartend

go to confession at a catholic church

figure out how a way to enjoy coffee

be in the audience of the oprah show

sit under a tree reading a book at Harvard

be able to go day to day without taking meds

spend the night in a hammock

sit on a jury

record my family history

send a message in a bottle

walk on the great wall of china

drive across America on route 66

crowd surf

Spend a day visiting car dealerships and test drive highly expensive sports cars that I'll never be able to afford

Learn to surf

Go to a gay bar (weird..i know)

Fly first class

Ride in an 18-wheeler

Go to the fao Schwartz store in new york

Sleep under a tree with no bedding/tent

Have a friend in every continent

Respect your elders

Today, I was standing outside the BSM when a precious elderly woman pulls up in her boat of a car. As the window rolls down, she leans over and asks if I know where a particular street is. Apparently, there was one heck of a garage sale on North Pecan street. Unforunately, I did not know where this particular festivity was. So the lovely old woman was on her way, setting out to find this haven.

Thirty minutes later, I am sitting next to her at the light at North street. As we sit there for a few minutes, I just watch her and let my mind wander. She is talking to herself, but I can't quite make out what she is saying. Then, she starts examining her manicured nails, probably evaluating when she should go in for a fill.

As the light changes and we go our seperate ways, I start to wander....what will I be like when I am old? I think alot of times, we imagine ourselves as young marrieds, maybe kids, living it up as "grown ups." But who sits back and thinks about being 70 years old?

I wander if, at the appropriate time, I will take the first step into "mature living" and start driving a Cadillac or Grand Marquis. Of course, it will be a nice champagne or white color...something neutral and earth toned. Most likely, I will also have a short hair cut...permed...maintained with a nice teasing and hairspray between the weekly visits to my "beautician."

It's something to think about... what you will be like in a few decades....