What a Day

The sky was beautiful tonight. Driving home around 6:30 PM, I happened to gaze up at the horizon. A huge swath of cotton clouds were wrapped around the moon. The moon wasn't visible but you could see its pale light just seeping out from around the edges of the concealing moisture. For some reason, it seemed like the clouds were trying their best to keep the moon modest. It was as if they were indignant at the thought of such a brazen, unbridled display of beauty.

Thanksgiving was beautiful. I got to spend time with my family. Had eggnog and ice cream for breakfast. I also got to see some friends that I hadn't seen in many long, melancholy moons. And it's always good to hear a sermon from the pastor. Such a faithful expositor. Bought myself Ingrid Michaelson's CD "Girls and Boys". Go buy it. And now I'm back in Texas.

Here is an excellent article entitled "Polemic Theology": http://www.founders.org/FJ33/article3.html. I recommend it if you are particularly ardent about the truth but can't seem to keep your pride in check whilst in passionate debate. But even if that doesn't describe you, please read it. It's very good.

Traffic jams, missing socks and runny noses are the quotidian calling cards of life. I think that's what bothers me so much about any given moment. There are just so many hangnails in this world and they all pull a nerve at the slightest provocation. But what can you do?

Go listen to the Brahms Double in A Minor for Cello and Violin. If you can find the version of Pablo Casals on cello, blessed are you among the barren hearts. That piece will slay you!

Your words were on the tip of my ear but it was too stuffed with wishes that I couldn't hear you say them. Perhaps time and wisdom will clear my head of silly woolgathering. Until then, hold that thought.

Your PB from J for today: "I thought I was going faster!"