Hobbit Trails

Random thoughts from a collection of people, defying any organizational principle. It's like a rabbit trail, only we tend more often to chase hobbits.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Going to go back some day

Polly, you'll probably recognize this one.

Movie and singer, anyone? Anybody still reading this?

This looks familiar, vaguely familiar,
Almost unreal, yet, it's too soon to feel yet.
Close to my soul, and yet so far away.
I'm going to go back there someday.

Sun rises, night falls, sometimes the sky calls.
Is that a song there, and do I belong there?
I've never been there, but I know the way.
I'm going to go back there someday.

Come and go with me, it's more fun to share,
We'll both be completely at home in midair.
We're flyin', not walkin', on featherless wings.
We can hold onto love like invisible strings.

There's not a word yet for old friends who've just met.
Part heaven, part space, or have I found my place?
You can just visit, but I plan to stay.
I'm going to go back there someday.
I'm going to go back there someday.

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

whimsical little poem

from a book of poems by Emily Dickinson I read from time to time

Prayer is the little implement
Through which men reach
Where presence is denied them
They fling their speech

By means of it in God's ear;
If then He hear,
This sums the apparatus
Comprised in prayer.

Monday, January 17, 2005

Mike, the headless chicken

Meet Mike, the "wonder chicken," or at least he was in his formative years. Now he is in that chicken coop in the sky...though his head went about 18 months before the rest of his body did. Check out the story of Mike at www.miketheheadlesschicken.org for all the fun pictures and information you could want. Learn how to feed a headless chicken with an eyedropper and fatten him up from 2 lbs to a whopping 8 lbs!! Eat your heart out Colonel Sanders!! Mark, you should TOTALLY visit Mike's spirit weekend celebration in Fruita, CO the third weekend in May! Ask Wilson for the weekend off :)

According to a report in the Enquirer, Mike was indeed able to reproduce...they apparently bred him with all the ugly hens because he couldn't tell how U-G-L-Y they was. The chicks were big and ugly, but all had functioning heads. If Mike had had lips on the head that he didn't have, he would have passed on the valuable information to all of his head ugly (as opposed to butt ugly) children to "Run, run away from the axe!!" Instead he taught them how to crow, with a gurgling twist. So somewhere up in Fruita Colorado, if you're quiet enough in the cool of the evening right after the sun goes down over the mountains, you can hear the gentle gurgling of head ugly chickens....Mike's only legacy (well, besides an annual celebration in his honor, appearances in Time Magazine, a website, and a descriptive paragraph in the 2002 Guiness Book of World Records). Cocka-doodle-gurgle....gurgle...gurgle

Brought to you by Gracie Lou and Nesian :) (rated PG.....get it? haha)

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Interesting Aftertaste

So I feel like the Lord has been giving me some pretty steep lessons in humility lately, especially in the realm of confession of sin and bringing thing out and into the light with others. Humility is certainly a big pill to swallow. However to steal a line from a hymn, "the bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower." Joy Dawson (I think) once said, "humility is being known for who you really are." It's funny to me how God answers our prayers sometimes. You ask Him for more of Him and to know Him better and what does He do...lead you in paths of humility where you have to expose yourself. "Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus...He humbled Himself..." (Phil 2:something). I was driving in my car this evening and just had a brief further realization of the fact that I really have absolutely nothing to offer. Nothing to offer the Lord, nothing to offer others. Nothing. I am nothing. I have nothing. It was all in the midst of asking the Spirit to bring up my sins so that I could confess them and finally I was like, "sheesh, ok, I get the point." Lack of faith here, prayerlessness there, a bad attitude here, a slanderous word there, an impure though here, a wrong motive there. Worry, doubt, fear, independency, missed opportunities, timidity, anger, bitterness, resentment, jealousy, covetousness, idolatry...man, I'm sounding more and more like the "these are those who don't inherit the Kingdom" bunch from Galatians 5. And the list could go on. I am nothing...nothing but a filthy, rotten, no good sinner. I have nothing to offer...nothing but a cold and hard heart, a calloused mind and a will that continues to run back to the ways of the flesh. And all in the matter of a few milliseconds, the Lord brought to my mind Ephesians 1 (surprise surprise it's in Ephesians): "For He chose us in Him before the creation of the world to be HOLY and BLAMELESS in His sight. In LOVE He predestined us to be ADOPTED as HIS SONS through Jesus Christ, in accordance with HIS PLEASURE and WILL..." Wow. Sit with the truth of that for even a moment and behold the unfathomable greatness of our God! That I can take the worst of my heart and nail it to the cross and know that in God's eyes, I'm just like Jesus. Pure. Righteous. Holy. Wow. I am nothing...but in Him I am loved and forgiven and made clean. I have nothing...but in Him I have everything.

I was listening to this sermon from a pastor up in MN, and he mentioned briefly the story about Jesus and the woman at the well in John 4. I think for the first time, the point of the story became so much more clear to me. The guy said (and some of this is my added interpretation, not his exact words), Jesus wasn't pointing out the fact that she had sinned in order to shame her or disgrace her or try and get her to somehow turn her life around and decide to stop sinning. He stopped by the well that day to offer her Living Water...to offer her Himself. And in pointing out her sin it was like He was saying, "I know everything about you, and my offer STILL stands."

O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free! Rolling as a mighty ocean, in it's fullness over me! Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love. Leading onward, leading homeward, to Thy glorious rest above! O the deep, deep love of Jesus; spread His praise from shore to shore! How He loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore! How He watches o'er His loved ones, died to call them all His own. How for them He intercedeth, watcheth o'er them from the throne. O the deep, deep love of Jesus, love of every love the best! 'Tis an ocean full of blessing, 'tis a haven giving rest! O the deep, deep love of Jesus, 'tis a heaven of heavens to me. And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee!

Funny how humility leads us to experience more of God's love. I recommend a nice, big dose of humility for all of you. "His purposes will ripen fast, unfolding every hour. The bud may have a bitter taste, but sweet will be the flower."

Saturday, December 04, 2004

About time...

"We must come to see that human progress never rolls in on wheels of inevitability. It comes through the tireless efforts and persistent work of men willing to be coworkers with God, and without this hard work time itself becomes an ally of the forces of social stagnation. We must use time creatively, and forever realize that the time is always ripe to do right."

Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr, "A Letter from the Birmingham Jail"

Thursday, November 11, 2004

Proverb

An honest answer is like...a kiss on the lips.

Friday, November 05, 2004

"Babysitting"

yeah, so this was my first week ever to be a sub in the Auburn city school system...well, in any school system for that matter. On Tuesday I was at Dean Road Elementary school. They were having teacher technology training day, so I was rotated around between 3 classes: 2nd grade, 1st grade and then 5th grade. The 2nd graders were the most well behaved (except for the 1st graders when their teacher finally came back in the room and then they were completely silent...it was amazing!). However, during class, one of the 2nd graders came up to me and said, "Miss West, Randy is saying stuff about my mamma." I about lost it right there. Keep composure, keep composure. So I then had to make an announcement I didn't really ever expect to make in a classroom full of 7 year olds: "Ok, there will be no talking bad about anyone else's mother while we're in here."

Ironically enough, today in one of my 7th grade classes, one of the students made some sort of "yo mamma" joke, so I again had to say, "hey! I don't want to hear anything about anyone else's mom." They thought it was funny and we all got a good laugh out of it. But it just goes to show you that 7th graders are no more mature than 2nd graders!

Anyway, that was part of my random week for you. Good thing the kids didn't talk about poo, haha. Although in the 5th grade class there were some boys in the back of the room who kept making fart noises on their arms right before school let out for the day. Ah, boys will be boys.