Bossman's leaving and the quest for his position has turned some pretty people into some rather ugly people. It's not necessarily that they are being mean. They are being more demanding and throwing unnecessary loads on employees adding to our already heavy burdens.
It's pretty funny. All the other employees would rather have a new outsider come in and take charge but instead we're stuck with what we have. Familiar Disorganization that drives all of us insane!
Ah. The joys of the corporate world.
Driving in silence is the most disturbing thing now.
Not because my thoughts are so loud and invading. No, it's much more simple than that. It's because my car is making some of the funniest (and scariest) sounds I've ever heard. It's like dragging a bunch of dogs under the car while simultaneously running over a bunch of rats repeatedly. It's scary. As if the broken windshield, cracked driver's side door and the check engine light wasn't enough.
Ah. The joys of realizing I really, really need a new car.
Why won't John Mayer and Cate Blanchett come out with their own fragrances? I go to the perfume counter and all I see are Usher, Sean John, Paris Hilton, Britney Spears, Beyonce and J-Lo. Where's Kevin Spacey? Matt Damon? Charlize Theron? Meryl Streep?
I only say this because I am so ashamed to promote Britney Spears' fragrances. They're really good.
Ah. The joys of admitting defeat to Hollywood Rejects.
How was that for a random entry?
Saturday, July 12, 2008
"God is more massive than our wildest imagination, bigger than the biggest words we have to describe Him. And He's doing good today - sustaining galaxies, holding every star in place...
God is constant. He blinks and a lifetime comes and goes. To Him one day is like a thousand years and a thousand years like one day. All of human history could be written on His fingernail, with plenty of room left over for more.
He has no dilemmas. No counselors. No shortages. No rivals. No fears. No cracks. No worries. He is self-existent, self-contained, self-perpetuated, self-powered and self-aware. He's God and He knows it."
"You and I are tiny. Minuscule. Transient. Microscopic. A momentary and infinitesimal blip on the timeline of the universe. A seemingly undetectable alliance of dust particles held together by the breath of God...The sum of our days is like vapor...the strongest of strong can be felled in one faltering heartbeat. We are fleeting mortals. Frail flesh. Little specks. Phantoms. ..."
"The point isn't to make you feel small, but to help you see and embrace the reality that you are small.
Really, really small."
-Louie Giglio From his book I am not but I know I AM.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
" Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ
Jesus came into the world to save sinners— of whom I am the worst." 1 Tim.1:15
Simply put, I am a sinner. A sinner full of stains, cracks, faults, and flaws. A sinner worth less than the scum of the earth beneath. Too stained to be a saint.
I'm not sure why I try so hard to erase my sins by my own strengths. Probably because I feel like I am responsible for them all. Probably because asking a blameless person to take the punishment for them is embarrassing. Too ashamed to surrender.
A sinner who can't seem to stop returning to the same point of collapse every day. All the sin I've racked up on my tally sheet qualifies me for the Devil's Advocate. All the sin I'm piling up has me soiled to the point of no escape. Too weak to resist.
It's too humiliating to admit or confess about.
But with all the complications that sin brings, salvation brings its complex simplicity.
"Sin's masterpiece of shame and hate became God's masterpiece of mercy and forgiveness: The Cross." -- Billy Graham
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
These videos don't need words. Open hearts lead to mind-numbing, awe-inspiring speechlessness . Like Louie Giglio taught a few years back...it's when you realize your significant insignificance that life becomes something more than pettiness and redundancy.
Walked by the art director's cube the other day to see her working on a story entitled "Mucked Up." The story was about some horse-health alert. That's kind of pushing it, isn't it?
Well, things in the land of Yliram are a little mucky, too, or so to speak. It's not like there was a huge flood or anything. But scattered showers have been in the forecast for a while. Scattered Showers are unpredictable and lack in ferocity, but given an overstayed welcome, they do become an annoyance. They leave the ground wet, soggy, and mucky. And trekking through the muck and the cold rain is one of the most uncomfortable feats ever. You're constantly soaked and cold and dirty. You're never without an umbrella, trying to shield yourself. The skies are always gray and that constant trickle of water never leaves your ears.
But I know better than to fret and whine about this annoying rain and muck. I know better because "The sun will come up tomorrow...[because] tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow. You're always a day away."
So in this mucked-up world, I trek onwards in solid, rubber rain boots and my bright, yellow raincoat.
"The wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all, pure..." James 3:17
