Month: September 2010

thought i’d post a poem…

by e.e. cummings…


enters give

whose lost is his found

leading love

whose heart is her mind)


supremely whole

uplifting the,

of each where all

was is to be


welcomes welcomes

her dreams to his face

(her face his dreams

rejoice rejoice)


--opens the sun:

who music wear

burst icy known

swim ignorant fire



and time’s dead which;

falling falling

both locked in each


down a thief by

a whore dragged goes

to meet her why

she his because

so what do you think about this poem? does it make sense to  you? does it have to? or can language just be put together?  was cummings a genius or a lunatic?  i’d love to hear your thoughts.

this struck me…

maybe more like….punched me in the nose!

Get a fresh glimpse of your incomparable Lord, and you will be emboldened to stop spending your life on yourself. Connect with Him who is life, and you will be empowered to deny yourself, live beyond yourself, and live outside yourself.  Let go, break free of self, the captivity of me.  Only Christ can set you free from yourself–the old self that He nailed to His cross.  No amount of willpower or good intention can accomplish this.  So lay hold of Him and escape the straitjacket of the exalted, exaggerated, narcissistic sense of self.  You and your causes are NOT the center of the universe.  You are part of a process of life that is greater than you.  The self only exists at all inasmuch as it participates in the being of God.  You are not the main character in your own story.  God in Christ is.

Leonard Sweet and Frank Viola-Jesus Manifesto

this makes sense to me…

and i’ve struggled my whole life with the dichotomy of the mysterious in the scriptures, but this is a great quote.

the words of St. Augustine

 “In matters that are so obscure and far beyond our vision, we find in Holy Scripture, passages which can be interpreted in very different ways without prejudice to the faith we have received. In such cases, we should not rush in headlong and so firmly take our stand on one side that, if further progress in the search for truth justly undermines this position, we too fall with it.”


i love poetry…

my favorite poet is e.e. cummings.  i have his complete works and really do love the way he landscapes and sculpts his poetry. 

i love the work of W. H. Auden.  a brilliant poet who speaks beauty and truth.

and then i really love the poetry of Dylan Thomas, in particular this poem

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

so my wife is hilarious…

she might be the funniest person i know.  she’s just naturally funny. she gets more comments on 3 word Facebook post than i do on a well crafted blog that i spent a few days on.  i’m not jealous of this by the way.  i love this about her.  i love it when people say Amy is soooo funny.

she used to blog, but when the shift away from myspace and onto facebook occurred, it seemed quick hits and comments worked better for her.  occasionally she uses twitter, (she goes by @chickazooloo to my @chuckazooloo) but typically her wittiness is reserved for her FB status updates.

most of it is just her life.  we have 4 children and then of course she has to deal with me.  she teaches elementary school where some of the best quips come from.

i guess mostly, Amy just loves life. i love that she surrounds herself with rich relationships with a diverse group of people.  she finds joy and life in everything.  i’m so thankful to have her in my life.  she makes me laugh and gives me the opportunity to attempt to be funny, although she typically doesn’t laugh with me as much as at me.  (a bonus is she’s pretty easy on my eyes)

she does have one more thing.  a “mini me” in training.

but i’ll save a post about Karson, our funny child, for another day.

i’ve been studying Ephesians this month…

 i’m in Chapter 5 and i read this today.

So imitate God.

and in the simplicity of that i spent about 5 minutes thinking.  what exactly does it mean to imitate?

so i looked up the definition.


–verb (used with object), -tat·ed, -tat·ing.

to follow or endeavor to follow as a model or example: to imitate an author’s style; to imitate an older brother.
to mimic; impersonate: The students imitated the teacher behind her back.
to make a copy of; reproduce closely.
to have or assume the appearance of; simulate; resemble.
so which is it that we do?  i believe we should completely follow Jesus as our model, our example. 
i don’t believe mimic is a good definition.  and impersonate is even worse.  we do that on our own.  we impersonate God when we impose our own will. 
make a copy?  it could work, we are created in His image, but i also believe He has created us special. more of a reflection, not a copy.
i think i like definition 4, to assume the appearance of.  to resemble.  in other words we should look like Him. 
i guess the best metaphor for me, would be describing a father and son. 
when a son looks like his father or shows his tendencies,  people will say, he’s a chip off the old block, or like father like son.  my sons (both adopted) want to be so much like me, they both do the things i do.  they both like to act like they play the guitar and they love to sing.  they even adopt my bad habits much to my dismay.  they have become imitators of their dad.  they are not me, but they resemble me.  the beauty of resembling God is that He has no faults so when we endeavor to be like Him, we will be transformed into something  good and new.  we will never be Him, but we can have His fullness in us when we have faith that He can complete the work.  and what is that work? that we would be conformed into the image of His son.

another amazing film…

same band. same director.  it’s amazing the connection that Jared Leto has with his fans.  i also think the faces of the kids and what they say is telling.  some have no hope, the last two believe and hope in music.  do you think they are searching for something more?  i do.

i’ve been reading Jesus Manifesto…

probably longer than i should be.  i should have finished by now.  i’m a fast reader.  i’m voracious.

there is something different about this book.  it makes me slow down.  it makes me re-read.  i’m trying to digest the things it says.  go back and read the scripture that Len Sweet and Frank Viola use to paint this beautiful picture of a supreme Christ.  if i wanted to review this book, i couldn’t, because it can’t be summed up for me.  i have to take it in small chunks, process it, read again and repeat.

i’ve been dwelling on the chapter titled  “A Ditch on Either Side”.  the title of the chapter comes from a quote by Karl Barth that says, “truth walks on the razor edge of heresy.”

i guess what is really messing with me are two passages from this chapter. one is a quote by Clifford Scott, where he says.

The more you know the more you know how little you know.  Your frustration is finite and your ignorance is infinite.  The more you resolve you frustration at your ignorance, and the more you repair the damage done in your life that led to your disappointment in your ignorance, the more you may be able to love your ignorance and woo it.  All new will come from what you are ignorant of now.

Sweet and Viola follow that up with this few paragraphs that i’m still reading.

The Christ who is truly (but only partially) present in our doctrine and experience is the true substance of the Christian faith.  As for us, we will always “know in part” until we meet Him “face to face”.  Concerning the reality of Christ Himself, all the fullness of God dwells within Him.
It is for this reason that every theological system breaks down somewhere.  Every systematic theology, no matter how coherent or logical, eventually meets some passage of Scripture or passage of life that refuses to fit into it.  Such passages have to bent, twisted and forced into the system.
Why is this? It’s because Christ is too immense, too imponderable, and too alive to be tied into any immovable system of thought constructed by finite humans.
Thus He will always break out.  As Jeff Goldblum’s character said in the hit movie Jurassic Park–“Life will find a way” (That was his response to the idea that scientists had created an ironclad, airtight system to keep dinosaurs from reproducing.) Jesus Christ is too alive to be caged in any human system.  As Paul exclaimed in holy exasperation, “How unsearchable are His judgments and His ways past finding out!”
Life will find a way
Jesus is not just one way, a better way, a pleasant way on a good day.  He is THE way.

i love that.  i love that thought that Christ cannot be caged.  not even by the finest theological minds that have ever existed.  He shatters what we might possibly know about Him. 

Now we see things imperfectly as in a cloudy mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity.All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely. 1 Corithians 13:12 NLT