Mild at Heart

Yesterday I unpacked my office and set up a bit, and spent some time looking through the books in my library (all 2 shelves of them). I am using the space formerly occupied by the Timothy Center. I noticed one book missing from my small library, when you only have two shelves you notice these types of things.

Wild at Heart was no-where to be found. The guys and I were talking last night about how it focuses so much on the "father wound" and how hunting and gathering and spearing fish helps to mend the wound. And how great it is that there is a sequel and even and womens version.

What I want to know John Eldridge, is what about the mother wound? I'm not saying that I have one (I'm sure my mother is reading this and wondering where I'm about to go), I'm just wondering what happens to those they do.

I propose a new book titled "Mild at Heart" ...The way of the submissive son.
It will encourage young men to sow up those wounds, literally with sowing and crochet and cross stitching. The will fill up those holes in their life with cake batter and muffin mix. It will show boys thats it's not only ok to cry it's admirable. Finally it will encourage fiscal responsibility with a shopping budget plan suitable for any man with taste.

I hope my sarcasm is clear, I'm just trying to show the danger of over emphasizing any one aspect of the spiritual walk, including masculinity. I don't think Dr. Phil or Marcus Aralius have much to offer in the way of balanced spirituality, but Christ does.

j.

Espanol'

I start Spanish lessons today. Exciting I know actually in about ten min.
This week has been a week of settling in. Looking for work and all that.
Some people are coming back, others are going. I am excited about this season.
Lost was crazy, Idol was predictable and I really don't want to go to class right now.
j.

Green Elephants Day

Happy Scheduled "obey that honor your parents thing "Day
...Actually we split it up so as to not force to much honor on you at once (there's one in June to)

I was looking through some old school papers not to long ago, when I was visiting my parents. My mother has a tendency of keeping things like that, though I wouldn't go strait to calling her a pack rat. She's good at getting rid of other things, its just the sentimental stuff like greeting cards and rat tails. (I for some reason was under the impressions at the age of 7 such things were cool)

I came across this math sheet with problems like 12+4=16 only the answer on the sheet was 26 because I added a one in front of the 4. Everything on the page was marked wrong even though the problems were technically correct.

Thats always the way I have been. I like saying thank you but I hate thank you notes. It's like what's the point what else is there to say? THANK YOU...(on the inside it reads) very much.

I am a big fan of romance but I despise valentines day, and not in that bitter cause I'm single and 9 of my guy friends are getting married this summer kind of way.

And so today was mothers day, and I spent the day with my mother. It was nice. I just couldn't help but be a little frustrated with the whole scheduled honor thing.

Honor should not be reserved for organized calendar days. It should be a regular occurrence, and as far as extra special treatment, which I'm all about, it should be like getting extra marsh mallows in your lucky charms...a magically delicious surprise.

It should be like, " happy Wednesday the 17th of February I got you flowers" (insert special persons' name here)!!!

But there I go painting and completely ignoring the numbers again. who likes a gray elephant anyway? They look much better in green.

j.

Me Rufus and Rand McNally

Thursday night at midnight i camped myslef in a movie theater for the relaese of Spider Man 3, the theater I was in had a broken projector so our auditorium made the great exodous to the opposite sode of a 17 screen theater and started again (45 min later) with worse seats and a smaller screen.

After the move I slept for a few hours and jumped in the car heading for NYC. I parked my car in NJ changed my clothes a hopped a bus to 42nd st. Once I arrived in the city I realized my traveling companions had no intention of going back to NJ untill Monday, (this was friday night).
Im glad I changed my clothes.

On saturday we went to the Gap.

The weekend on Long Island was relaxing, and a lot of fun. Watching poorly made chic flix, and eating lots of bagels.

Monday we made the trip from long island to my car...twice! once without my car keys, and the second time with them. I left them in my suit coat and as you all know my affinity for leaving behind suit jackets is monumentous.

No problem I get in my car with the intention of following my friends back to madrid, realizing very quickly that I need oil immediately. I mention this and then follow them to the closest gas station. Only I followed a maroon Honda instead of a maroon Hyundai (they both have a big H and lots of vowels, its very confusing)

So there I am with 2 quarts of oil a ny state map and no cell phone (did I mention I left that in their car) The G.W. bridge is only a good idea when you have a quik pass...I DON'T HAVE A QUIK PASS!!!. Two and a half hours later I make it across the bridge and find 87.

I made home an hour behind my companions not bad unless you consider the fact they stopped in Albany to shop.

its ok whats a long drive with no radio, no cell phone, and no real directions? At least I had rufus the stuffed dog and Rand McNally (the map) to talk to.

j.