Talk to me.

I am recognizing a loathing in me. It is for shallow conversation. As "easy" as it is to have a shallow conversation, they are exhausting to me. Give me substance. Please.

More magical...

I didn't realize how long it's been since I've posted. This morning Sara and I took our little ones to see a magician perform at the public library. He was pretty good - a great storyteller, a decent jester, and a mind-boggling magician. He pulled off some pretty astounding sleight-of-hand tricks, a "burning book" trick, and a disappearing something or other. All of these displays of skill paled, however, in the light of something more magical - to watch my daughters' faces overflowing with the wonder of their faith-filled hearts.

Love

We throw around the term "love". Most of the time, unfortunately, we use it to mean something other than what it truly is. Real love is the willingness to die for another. Anything short of that is not love at all. This death might be physical, but usually it is not. It is more often the dying of little deaths - of giving up your preference for the one who is loved. So, do you love at all?

Transfixed by the shades

Color has been catching my heart recently. In a worship service the other day I was suddenly transfixed by the color purple. What was the quality of it that grabbed my attention? The depth. The richness. I can picture the velvety shade even now. Another day it was the blue of the sky. The baby fading across the sky to Williamsburg. The shades of green in the grass found my eye next. How I wish this color-thing had been in the forefront a few months ago when I was in Ireland, the land of a thousand shades of green - bright, olive, hunter and everything in-between. The lessons of studying the properties of light in physics class come back as I consider this. The colors that grab my attention the most are on the short wave-length side of the spectrum. Are the colors I see in the blues, greens, and purples more appealing to me simply because they are smaller than the light waves that make up the color red? Smallness is greatness in life, why not in light?

Miserable

Today at 12:30 a.m. we were sitting at the Waffle House eating sundry breakfast foods way too early in the day. It was part of our trip to see the amazing stage production "Les Miserables". What an experience of sight, sound, and emotion. Even though I knew the story, it was impossible for me to not become engrossed. Story is extremely powerful. It helps us to understand the depths of our existence without using words alone to define those depths. See "Les Mis" whenever you have the opportunity.