Some days are good

I guess the bad ones aren't exactly bad. They are just flustered by a bunch of lame little errands one must run around and slavishly satisfy. I see it as a sort of curse. I am the sort of person who most effectively produces results when I have one simple task before me. For example:

-remove essential info from laptop
-re-install laptop
-pack laptop
-ship laptop
-clean office
-hang sound proofing
-prepare for dreamweaver tutoring session
-cook dinner

total elapsed time: Appx 4 days and 1 hour

another example:
write witty jingle

total elapsed time: appx 2 hours.

or better still:
write 20 witty jingles

total elapsed time: 1 week

Still, I proceed. Hopefully there's something to be said for skill development. There certainly is something to be said for getting from point a to point b...

In other news I've been thinking about a book I've been reading by Eugene Peterson entitled 'A Long Obedience in the Same direction.' He's the gentleman that wrote 'the message,' a version of the bible I care to keep my distance from. This book was recommended to me by Chris, the associate pastor at Evergreen Community church. It has intermittently pleased and offed me. I must say though, the most recent chapter on joy has led me in a good direction. It is a very simple revisiting of christianity and the joy it brings. Having only glanced at the title of the chapter my mind went wandering into times past. Times when I did not have so many reservations. Times when the best part of my day was rising and experiencing the essential joys of Christianity. Along with this recollection did not come sadness, but rather a sense of hope that I could, by some unknown means, finally retain that lost sense of spiritual ecstasy which surpasses all boundaries of logic.

It is, and has always been an issue of trust. Why should I commune with a spirit for whom I have distrust? My only option is to make myself vulnerable. To allow him to take away my anger and sense of abandon and to fill it with new peace. I believe this gift is given. I believe it is a gift that beckons our punctuality. I believe it is at the very center of human fulfillment. All my questions and conclusions and floundering can simply not withstand it's power.