hg detox

Posted on January 31, 2008

I had some sort of melt down last week. Physically, I found out, that my cortisol levels were all out of whack. This came from a day long “spit test”. That’s right, spitting into 4 separate vials … 4 different occasions during a one day experience. Good times. First off, filling a vial full of spit is disgusting and difficult. I resembled a druelling epileptic patient with a mouth full of alka seltzer. Anyway … I don’t really know what “cortisol levels, out of whack” means … but I will be paying a doctor next week a hundred bucks to tell me. I’m sure it is some type of … “you’re not breathing out of your eye lids properly” (Bull Durham) … kind of treatment.

This past week also lead me to some sort of intervention with myself. Bro. Mark, sent me a very nice email that stated … PULL BACK ON THE STICK, MAN. This was much appreciated because I did see myself in a precarious nose dive. I guess you noticed that I quit writing as much … and when I did … it was useless news. It was a bait and switch, sorry I don’t want to lose my audience. I know I provide much drama to your day. But, alas I knew I had to do something.

Getting a better worldview, is a choice. One that requires one to kick thyself in the butt … metaphorically, of course. This I did.

I want to set any kind of record that I have been setting … straight. I do believe in God. I do love God. I do believe in Jesus Christ. I do love Jesus Christ. What you have been experiencing with me is my detoxification from Church. I borrow this term from a canuck named … Robby Mac. Whom, I have enjoyed reading the last few days. He wrote an article a few years back entitled “Detoxing from Church” … which is quite good.

I am in a re-surfacing mode. I am tired or being “bitter and twisted”. But, as on any journey … new paths are frontiers and therefore are approached cautiously. I have tried to re-surface several times … only to find myself on a familiar path of church aerobics. This I refer to as, same steps over and over again … just in the same place. I don’t need ‘church aerobics’ … I need a reconnection, a prophetic word that rings true to me.

In Charismatic circles, the new year always bring out … the ‘prophetic voices’ for the new year. It’s pretty much the same stuff every year. This is the year for revival. God is doing a new thing. blah, blah. This does not ring true for me … because the bride of Christ needs a much needed make over before the bridegroom is going to the dance with her. NOT MORE MAKE-UP. MORE CLEANSING. Anyway, I want to re-surface. Even more I want to reconstruct.

I confess, I have been in a state of ‘crabby detox’ for a while. But, I believe that is about to change. I want to do something different. For me. I believe it has a lot to do with music. After all … you should always dance with the one who brought you. Music has always been there for me. It is my expression. Whether it is leading worship or just playing bass or guitar in a worship set. I like it a lot (Forest Gump). For some reason, I believe this is a key for me to return to a place of re-assurance of why I am here.

See, when music dies in you. You are dead. You may still be walking around, but you’re purpose is shot. I know this may not make sense to the non-musical beings. But to those who have ever felt the music. You know, it’s alive.

So, for all my charismatic type friends out there … I want to share my prophetic word with you for 2008.

God is going to do a very, very small thing.

Find God in the small things and it will change your life. Keep looking for the big things and it will drive you nuts. In other words … don’t trip over 500 things that happened in your life today that are good … in order to gripe about the one thing that didn’t happen right.

Thanks for reading my dribble (sorry, I’m still hung over from my spit test)

hg –

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Posted on January 30, 2008

Ok, from the weirdness files.

My question is … what happened to the one little piggie who got away (top carrier, empty) … a snack?, traded it for gas?, traded it for the cool helmet? over the weight limit for the scooter?

I guess I shouldn’t laugh … if our economy does not turn around soon … this might be a common site in the US.

But, that’s a lot of pork patties at IHOP.

hg

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not a good day for a marathon

Posted on January 28, 2008

In December, the city of Bangalore, India, staged its fifth annual marathon,
with an elite group of runners that officials thought would bring the city recognition
in the world racing community, but problems occurred, the least of which were the city’s
ubiquitous potholes and pollution. At about the 20 km mark, the leaders were chased down
the street by barking dogs snapping at their heels. Twice during the race, runners were
forced to stop and take breaks because impatient motorists were disregarding traffic controls
to reclaim their roads.
[The Times of India, 12-17-07]

im listening to coldplay this morning on my ipod

hg

one

Posted on January 26, 2008

this song was rolling through my dark soul this morning –
reminiscing about 30 years —
the “she” is not my wife —-

One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It’s the loneliest number since the number one

No is the saddest experience you’ll ever know
Yes, it’s the saddest experience you’ll ever know
`Cause one is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
One is the loneliest number, worse than two

It’s just no good anymore since she went away
Now I spend my time just making rhymes of yesterday

it is sad to give your life away for 30 years and have very little to show for it

hg — blah, blah, blah

survey says: christians ARE mean

Posted on January 24, 2008

This photo was taken by someone else who sort of chronicles the mean things Christians do and say. His blog is called … “born again atheist.”

The last couple of days I have really been searching my heart for clarity as to where I fit into the “movement” as Bro. Mark alludes. Me thinks that the “movement” is passing me … by my choice. It seems the church continues to ignore the warning signs of my generation, the following generation and now … this generation. Frankly, I don’t know what can be done to unsettle the course of today’s church machine. I have become saddened after spending an entire career “in the church” only to find myself evermore sickened by it’s state.

This article exposes and explains last year’s Barna report on the 16 - 29 year old demographic in America. You should read the entire article. Here’s an excerpt that will cause you to think:

“When young people were asked to identify their impressions of Christianity, one of the common themes was “Christianity is changed from what it used to be” and “Christianity in today’s society no longer looks like Jesus.” these comments were mentioned by one-quarter of both young non-Christians (23%) and born again Christians (22%).”

another:

“Researchers said they kept encountering young people - both those inside the church and outside of it - who said that “something was broken in the present-day expression of Christianity and while their perceptions about Christianity were not always accurate, researchers pointed out that they were surprised by “the severity of young people’s frustration with Christians and by how frequently young born again Christians expressed some of the very same comments as young non-Christians.”

To me, it seems, that each generation is slowly moving away from “the herd” and expressing their own brand of Christianity. I know that shocks many … but it is true. Check out a lot of new church starts and you will find mostly younger families with no children or with young children. You do the math. You ask the questions.

Why can’t I just leave it alone? Because I see and still encounter the carnage of the cutting criticisms and judgmental actions of “the herd”. Something within me tells me … I can do something about it … but, alas … I think not.

HG –

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