The Good Stuff

Going to bed so sore you can’t fall asleep after a very productive day
A cold drink and fresh peanuts at the stadium on a warm day
Participating in something larger than yourself
Lazy Sunday mornings with Jenny
Uncontrollable laughter
Making a child smile
The first grilled burger of the spring
Experiencing the extinction of the impossible
Wearing a sweatshirt while attending a football game in mid October
Happy accidents while editing
Newly acquired knowledge
Spending time with my family with no agenda or schedule
Visiting new places
The internal peace after serving someone
Creative surges
Recliners
Jenny laughing hysterically at my mediocre jokes
Teaching
The last bite of a burrito
Witnessing someone’s increase in confidence
Randomly meeting a lady who has 3 pet miniature donkeys

A Word From A Favorite Writer

I screamed to God out of frustration
After another day of waking and hating the fact
That I’m still where I’m at
What’s the point of all of this
Cuz I’m not seeming to find it
Is it meaningless? I search the reason behind it
Because these moments seem to drag on forever
And these years on end seem to have never been this
Desperation has formed repetition within
Too insecure to pretend and I’m too weak to defend
Here it comes again all in my world again
Left with no direction no beginning no end
The days blend together and the weather never changes
Numb to the outcome but yet not quite painless
Aimless to whether or not I made a mistake
And if so how far is too far before it’s too late
Should I wait but then what would be too long
To reverse the effects if I was wrong

Hindsight is a beautiful thing
When you can look back and see what patience and time can bring

Is it a must that I’m here is it a must that I stay
In order to look forward must I look away
We're moving towards a new day
Unsure of what tomorrow will bring our way
I’m not even quite sure of what this day holds
I say we travel the unknown and watch it unfold
Hold today close while still reaching for tomorrow
Through the test of time I’ve seen joy overcome sorrow
So with every trial I endure
With hopes to mature into what I was created for
More than life itself I want life itself
Press past the present until forever is felt
And take hold of the hidden mystery
Wide eyed and open I now see differently
If it’s to be then give me the strength to be content
And find peace in knowing one day it will all make sense

Learning to accept the unexpected
Because the unknown wasn’t here for me to correct it
So I let it go and stopped trying to control the impossible
Simply put tossed in the shuffle
At a young age just like everyone else
So I don’t feel sorry for you or for myself
Love is bigger than that and I’m not below or above
The way it moves even though the things it does
To my train of thought can bring about doubt and uncertainty
Patience tends to not agree with my psyche
That’s more than likely just some pride in me
Fighting expectations of where I think my life should be
Selfishly I forget so quickly
Let me never forget Lord break me in humility
Some sort of amazing grace on me
As I look back upon my life and where You’ve taken me

Hear the call peace fall
From trial to triumph I want your hand in it all
Allow me to know where to stand in it all
Life Giver

Improv All Night Long or until about 10pm

The Q-City Players will be performing improvisationally in comedic fashion this Friday.
Comedy is funny and hopefully so is Q-City.

Friday, April 3rd
8-10 pm
(doors open at 7:30, come early for the best seats)

Ballet Tech Cincinnati
6543 Montgomery Rd
Cincinnati, OH 45213
513-841-2822

$5 per person at the door

Good Day

Things I like that I experienced today…

Sleeping in

Seeing my Michigan State prediction was correct

Doritos dipped in bean dip

Pre-Production for a feature film

Cooking without a time constraint

Meaningless jokes with my wife

Listening to my 10 month old niece on the phone

A new Jim Gaffigan special

Saving 10 cents a gallon on Gas with my Kroger card

Flipping back and forth between New episodes of King of the Hill and The Simpsons with classic episodes of WKRP and Newhart

It was a pretty good day.

i am beau

Beau approaches me after school at the end of the first grading term of our senior year of high school with a peculiar grin.

He hands me his report card and shares, “Mr. Sylvester gave me an ‘A’ in Art.”

I counter, “So, it’s Art.”

“Yeah but I don’t do anything. I never turn in my work, except for a couple sheets of paper with random stuff scribbled on it,” he says. “The only person I talk to is Bobby. And most of the time I just lay down my head and sleep.”

Bobby was a kid who lived in our neighborhood and reported to the special classrooms for most of his day. Outside of being nice to Bobby and saying hi each day, Beau didn’t like people and didn’t talk to who he didn’t like.
Beau proceeds to explain that some of the kids from the special classes who have been integrated into traditional elective classes have been placed in his art class.

So now I’m starting to put it together. He sleeps a lot in class. The only art he has turned in, are scribbles. He doesn’t talk to anyone except to one of the special integrated students.

As I’m processing the data, he smiles again and proclaims, “Mr. Sylvester thinks I’m retarded. He gives me an A and don’t have to do anything. This is awesome.”

I never experienced someone being so proud, so excited about being incorrectly labeled as mentally retarded. But then there’s Beau.

Beau milks this error in judgment for the next two grading terms, receiving an ‘A’ for each. The fourth quarter rolls around and Beau approaches me, with disappointment, and report card in hand.
“So how’d you do?” I ask.
“Mr. Sylvester gave me a ‘C’ in Art.” He explains, “I realized James Ellison wasn’t so bad and he brought Magic cards to school so I started playing with him. Sylvester saw me playing Magic in class and figured out I not retarded.”

RESET God

Right before the RESET Jesus journey began I was reading through the book of Exodus and developed a few questions about the story and about God's logic/motivation during situations of that period. During my wonder, I realized, I should just ask God, maybe he will answer my quiries. Then I further realized something that my intellect knew, but that my heart had not quite connected with... The God I communicate with is the same God who communicated with Moses. He was there. He's the same one. He never retired. He was never replaced. Though this might seem pretty obvious to most who have any awareness of the God worshiped by Jews and Christians, its a concept that is radically different once it goes beyond our minds and reaches our heart. I find it very empowering.
A few weeks ago, I watched a documentary about bowhead whales recently killed, who still had harpoons in their bodies from the 1790s, which,indicated they have a maximum life span, so far, of at least 211 years. The researchers commented how amazing it would be if we could hear the stories these whales could share. Though I would be fascinated by a talking 200 year old whale, we don't really need one.
We have access to the creator and witness of all history.

By the way, do you think when Moses's staff turned into a snake and ate the snakes surrounding it and then turned back into a staff, the staff was larger than it's original size?

The Source of Creativity

I have nothing to add to what this video already communicates...