whatever you do.

Today arrived a grand thing. My order from Amazon!

I have my late winter reading lined up. Currently I am working through Colossians: Remixed, by Brian Walsh and Sylvia Keesmaat. Recently I have read Brian McLaren’s Everything Must Change, Shane Claiborne’s Irrestible Revolution and a biography of Martin Luther King Jr. by Marshall Frady; and Walsh and Keesmaat continue to bolster a charge for a church called to be the hands and feet in contrast to the power structures and empires of our time. Awesome stuff. I can’t believe I used to think Christianity had nothing to say about social issues (other than homosexuality and abortion). Actually, I was brought up so Baptist as to believe doing good things was almost sinful because it amounted to earning salvation. That isn’t an indictment on my parents or my teachers or anyone else in particular, it was how I came to put together the various threads. But, suffice to say, I don’t see things quite the same anymore.

So, back to today’s bundle of joy. Upcoming on the reading list are (in no particular order – or maybe it is particular):

• Pagan Christianity, Viola & Barna
• The Shack, William Young
• Preaching Re-imagined, Doug Pagitt
• The Voice from on High, Seay/McLaren/Sweet/Winner/etc…
• The Sacred Way, Tony Jones
• A Community Called Atonement, Scot McKnight
• Intuitive Leadership, Tim Keel
• The New Christians, Tony Jones
• Making A Meal Of It, Ben Witherington III

So this is my food.

Oh,… coincidental story!… So i read the MLKJ biography a couple weeks ago. I picked it up and dove in on exactly February 1st, which as you well know is the beginning of Black History Month. And seriously, I had not thought of that fact until that night, after having been challenged by the depth, and bravery, and frailty that was Martin. A man that truly sought to live a life in the stlll dark shadows of his Lord.

This has been a meandering post that was basically conceived as a way for me to brag about my reading habits.

Postscript:
I’m a lazy writer. I feel so much bubbling inside when I begin to type my thoughts, but I always forsake my deeper inside ramblings for shorter and less meaningful scribbles. I feel pressed for time – but I have all night. I feel inhibited. I wonder if there are tricks out there for unleashing the wealth of words that I know are just tucked just underneath these that are visible on the screen. I am growing to really enjoy the rhythms of the keyboard. I desire so much for the freedom to write. I long for essay writing assigments so I can be given licensed to explore.

Abrupt end.

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