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As I sit here in serene moonlight, I'm agonizing about my day. I'm trying feverishly to get the required classes so that perhaps I can transfer to UCI for a second BA, this time in philosophy. But I discovered that I have to take English 100 again because the college where I first took it back in 83 is not properly accredited. And that means I have to take the English placement test. And after I

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"Most people live dejectedly in worldly sorrow and joy; they are the ones who sit along the wall and do not join in the dance. The knights of infinity are dancers and possess elevation. They make the movements upward, and fall down again; and this too is no mean pastime, nor ungraceful to behold. But whenever they fall down they are not able at once to assume the posture, they vacillate an

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I have recently read a new book by Jake Colsen (a pseudonym) and asked our church if they would be interested in reading it. They agreed. It is titled, "So You Don't Want to Go to Church Anymore." The title may sound antagonistic, but the content is more about the journey of a guy trying to listen to the voice of Father. It's approach is similar to McClaren's "A New Kind of Christian" but the

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What are we reading? Dallas Willard's Divine Conspiracy. But check this out. Dallas interprets a familiar verse in a life changing way: "Do not give to dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces." Matt. 7:6 Take a second and try to interpret the verse yourself. What do you get? At first glance,

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Well, this post is for Joel. I've been pretty busy this summer. There is precious little time for reading, and pondering, or doing other deeply thoughtful activities. However, since Nathan started pop-warner football, I've been able to read the newspaper each afternoon while Nate practices. That has been good. But even then, I can't focus too long, since I'm distracted by all the yelling--"

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Cheryl and I saw the movie "Crash" last night. We couldn't stop talking about it during dinner. My critique: it was brilliant. It reminds me of the raw reality of life as heard in Alanis Morrisette's "Isn't it ironic." I was amazed by the blatant demonstration of good and bad, intermingled with love and hate. And hate seemed to be fueled by anger. Bullock - "I am so angry--everyday--and I don't

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I'm reading a book that is trying to explain the current view of post-modernism, with a chapter designated specifically towards the Bible. He questions whether the Bible must be historically accurate to be considered true. In other words, can it contain errors (who knows how many) and still be true? or be regarded as true? I'm following him cognitivly, but the tension in my being, steeped in

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I heard this quote from my friend Brian Mavis. When he first told me, I thought, "how true it is." Even now, I am taken back by the reality of it. "In the beginning the church was a fellowship of men and women centering on the living Christ. Then the church moved to Greece where it became a philosophy. Then it moved to Rome where it became an institution. Next, it moved to Europe, where it

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Although I didn't want to get an MA at Biola, I was secretly willing to attend if it meant moving forward to the goal of an MA in Philosophy, regardless of it's reputation. However, the door closed yesterday, when I discovered that I was too late to apply for this fall. (Like every other university.) I'm actually relieved. Second BA, here I come.

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Thursday I received two letters; one from USC, the other from Loyola. Both started with the lovely phrase, "We regret to inform you..." That's all I needed to give a quick flick of the wrist, making the paper soar like a badly crafted airplane. It looks like the hopes of a fall semester have vanished. I've been working on this for over a year. Preparing, planning, taking tests and filling out

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I'm forcing myself to write this down. Mostly because I want to look back at it and laugh someday. But I didn't make it to USC's grad school. I haven't been officially notified by mail yet. However, I insisted on knowing, so I kept sending emails to the administrative person in the grad office. The last two went like this. Me: "So, being that you have notified all the applicants who were accepted

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We've been had! On Friday, Joel called and said, "Hey, I'm in town, do you guys want to go out to dinner?" We thought, sure, lets go. But Joel had also called Matt & Jess, and Dave & Shari. We got to dinner but Joel wasn't there. He was still in Boston. April Fools! But we had an nice dinner anyway.

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The group of believers that meets at our house on Wednesday nights is experiencing community. Not because everyone agrees on the same thing, or has a similar perspective, but because there is a strong love and appreciation for the other. This is a stretch for us because in the past we have mostly agreed on spiritual things. Consensus would be reached and unity of thought would prevail. However,

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Well, maybe more than soccer dad, I'm the coach. We had our first practice last night, and everyone showed up. It was fun. I think we are going to have a great season. And all of the parents seem managable. However, time will tell. I'm in a leadership mode again. Its challenging and exciting, and I'm putting to use old rusty skills. Fun. However, it makes me wonder about leadership in the

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A sincere and unmanipulative request has the power to unite and equalize a relationship more than any other words.

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Our house church gathered again, and we continued to discuss the book. Shari facilitated and began to draw out from the group reflections on the reading. The conversation was mild until we reached a point of fine delineation. The Tuesday night guys group (hitherto affectionately refered as "The Contemplatives") saw something in the author's words that was questionable. The author said that in

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Ahh poker night It just feels right Friendships confirmed Manliness affirmed Thoughts shared Wits pared Bamboozled chips Genius grips I've been duped Tobacco looped By friends noless Courage regress Losses are cut Friends kick butt Smiles appear Drink the last beer It just feels right poker night

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I met a college friend yesterday, who is in a similar situation. Very similiar. Crazy similar. And it seems that God is revealing similar truths to him about life, church, and work. It was great to hear; listening to the story of God's grace and leadings. I quickly think, "I wonder what God is up to?" Then I realize that I'm heading toward a futile line of pondering. I'm just going to enjoy

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What are we reading? The same ol' Dallas Willard book. But check this out. Dallas interprets a familiar verse in a life changing way: "Do not give to dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces." Matt. 7:6 Take a second and try to interpret the verse yourself. What do you get? At first glance,

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Last week I sent in my applications to USC and Loyola Marymount. These two schools seem to be the only ones in our area that have a good reputation, a good philosophy program, and a sensitivity to undergrads who didn't get a BA in philosophy. So, GRE scores have been reported, letters of recommendation sent, and now just waiting to hear. But I'm okay with it. If I don't get in, I'll try again

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A timorous yet assiduous peasant met a loquacious and ostentatious misanthrope. He began to impugn an aspersion on her saying that her vacuous lassitude and soporific diffidence left her impecunious. She replied back saying, “Your spurious claims demonstrate the immense disparity between ingenuous altruism and irascible bombast. Your austere yet obdurate demeanor rouse contempt.” Her callow and

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As the last person left, and the door closed behind them, I was again amazed at how simple and beautiful church can be. Not because there was a lack of complexities, a prepared sermon, or special music, but because the evening is approached in a simple way. Most of us come to the evening with a sense of "I wonder what God is going to do tonight." And some of us come with a little bit of

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Okay, so yesterday I turned the big 40. A milestone in our culture, and presumedly a milestone in my life as well. A few months ago I was seriously wondering if I would feel any different when the date rolled around. But it came and went, and I feel the same. Except that my medical insurance rose to the next bracket. Sure, I noticed that my wrinkles have become more defined, and my bones creak

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My livingroom was comfortably full with 4 couples, 1 single, and 2 kids. Our stomachs were also full with the pre-thanksgiving meal of pizza, as we started to share our "thankful thoughts." Everyone took a turn, and released a unique perspective of the world, and God's working in it. Even Nathan, my 9 year old said, "I'm thankful for the authors and illustrators of the books that I read because

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In order to be recommended (as in a recommendation letter for being accepted into a university) the person doing the recommending must have some intimate knowledge of you. They must know the truth. All of it. If it hasn't been shared, it must be. And when you share all of it (and I'm speaking mostly of negative news), there is a sense of not being deserving of the recommendation. This is good

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