“I wonder why she is wearing sunglasses...”
As she drew near I realized she had applied her mascara a touch thick.
Golly, I missed those glasses.
So the ol’ (new) trifocals are perched atop the ol’ nose and I have returned to the blogosphere (you know... I don’t think I like that word after all).
But the lack of glasses did not prevent me from blogging. (Though it made reading small print ridiculously difficult... try reading a teenager’s devotional with a tiny magnifying glass some time for a strange experience.)
The truth is I am busy. Really busy.
Now I’m not complaining, just explaining. All of this is my doing. Here’s “The List”:
Six classes in five periods (the sixth graders get only a half of a period).
The Canby Virtual Museum --130 7th graders herded in the general direction of producing approximately 60 internet exhibits on the history of our fine city. So many connections to make between students and resources!!!
Lego Robotics -- Four, yes four, teams of middle schoolers creating, programming, researching, and celebrating (arguing?) their way to the local tournament in December.
The Ackerman Television Studio --a technological wonder of used and hopefully new equipment where students will be able to recreate any scene from anywhere in space and time with their own green screen editing studio built in a storage room and (hopefully) funded with generous donations and grants (cross my fingers).
The Lord’s Prayer --I’m still working on that large painting for my church.
AMS TV --I’m the executive producer of a weekly television show created by a cute bunch of cherubs.
And of course... Dad, hubby, home owner, voter, and friend.
I’m told that I do too much. That I take on too much. There are always small side projects... the video for Randy’s brother’s 50th birthday, the taping of Tammy’s dad’s retirement party, making this, writing that.
I don’t think I am that different. Our culture loves to run at top speed. We make a real effort at going as fast as we can.
One I first started estimating demolition and earth moving, circa 1985, no one was concerned about an estimate coming in the mail in a week. Then came the fax machine. With a year or so the bids had to be in that afternoon. When the computer finally came into its own it wasn’t about making things easier. It was all about efficiency and speed. “Do more in less time.” The mantra of the information age.
So I rush to work... I rush through the day... a long day (10-12 hours)... I rush home.
It isn’t supposed to be this way.
Did you know that hunter gatherers have the greatest amount of leisure time of any form of society? They do a little hunting every few days. They pick berries, mash some yams. They nap a lot.
We were designed to fit into the world in a simple way, a casual way.
We should be spending a lot more time watching the clouds drift across the heavens. We should be spending a lot more time looking at the heavens. We should be spending a lot more time looking at Heaven.
Heavenly Father... I love You. I want to be Your servant. But Lord, I could be a better servant, I could love You more fully, if I spent more time watching sheep...
My friend has returned from Africa. In that land of poverty and misery. He had many stories to tell. I am so impressed by their devotion to faith and the richness of their lives.
It is almost embarrassing to say that our church has been an answer to their prayers. It is embarrassing because what we have given is so small, hardly noticeable, but it has enriched them.
We send the Sesay family of Lungi $250 a month. Asmall amount of money for a congregation of over 300 people.
PARDON ME... I need to interupt this post.
I started this post two days ago and I have not finished it because I am so busy. There are even more things going on than mentioned above.
I feel guilty for some weird reason that I have not been posting regularly... That somehow I have an obligation to keep up to date on this online journal.
The direction I was headed with the post was some philosophical/theological point about busyness and spirituality. I could push on with that... but I won’t.
I love all of you. Many of you I wish I could meet in person, squeeze your hands, look you in the eyes. But this is just a little journal of mine and hasn’t any real value I suppose.
I’m not quitting it, you understand. I just don’t feel like finishing this post. There are some things on my mind, on my heart, and on my plate.
I feel like writing a different post, but I’m pretty sure I can’t get to it today, probably not tomorrow.
So... I’m going to just stuff this message into this bloggish bottle and throw it out into the internet sea.
I’ll get back to you soon.