Thoughts from this morning: as christians do we try and "sell" Jesus.

Its ironic how we treat Jesus as a ugly duckiling who only has a few things going His way, and we highlight what we think people want and try and package the rest up for later. How did man ever think God wasn't good enough and that we had to hide things we think are His flaws so other men would like Him?

Were clay in the potters hands, when did we look down at His shadow and think "o man" look at that, the rest of the clay is never going to accept that. So we thought it best only tell the others the things we thought they would like and hope its alright. When really if we ever looked at the face of the potter, the glory alone would dry us out and turn us back to dust before we even knew it.

? What Now ?

I have really struggled latley with what the next step of my life (Career/Job) would look like; over the past few weeks I have heard alot on this topic. Through talking to friends and chapel speakers I have pieced together some very helpful advice for myself. One thing I have learned is it is not about where you are going as much as it is about who you are going to be when you get there. Another thing I have picked up in the last week is that you never know what day will be our last so why waste them worring about making money and fitting our lives into the "American Dream". Lastly and this goes hand in hand with the comment before, is what we are going to do today worth the price of one of our of days? Meaning we only get so many to cash in, so are we willing to spend them on what we did today? 

Reflecting on a sudo singleness.

This will be the first time my wife and I have spent a couple of nights away from each other, its a very weird feeling. There is a sense of the old times when all I had to worry about is my self, but after the 3 hours of video games and the junk food I realize something is missing. I can't dull my senses with games for ever and that void in my being that she fills with her essence there in the same room as me is empty, very empty. It's strange you never really realize how attached you are to some one until they are not around; you hear this all the time and it's never truer until its you in those shoe's. Sleeping could be interesting, not being able to feel the warmth of a body close to mine, which is something I have grown quite accustomed to. Well I can say I will definitely miss her but the best part is we are only apart for a few days. Plus its a good reason she is gone (to see her mom and siblings). She knows I love her and I know she is praying for me right now.