Folks, my wife Lisa is having an outpatient procedure this morning at 11:30 A.M. EDT. If you could please remember her in your prayers.
Thanks so much!
I’m so excited about this! It’s been years in the making. Most of us sing their songs every week (if not everyday).
What am I talking about?
The Hillsong movie, people! It’s coming next year. Their story really is HIS story:
For the last few days. And, man–is it ever ugly. First, my family headed out of town (they deserve it) for a couple days, and I couldn’t go. Then, there were all of these obligations–my wife had an art class (scheduled months ago), church, etc.
And it was my birthday weekend.
The rational side of me was cool with all of this, but I guess my inner child was feeling forgotten.
I was whiny, petulent, churlish all weekend.
My wife and I finally got to go out last night, and just didn’t go as I’d hoped.
I’m 45 today, and I just feel a little forgotten.
It’s okay, I’ll get over it.
Have a nice rest of your day.
Maybe I’m odd, but sometimes I think about poop. As a young man, I used to silently laugh at all of the commercials touting the benefits of regularity.
Then I got older.
And realized it’s indeed painfully uncomfortable to be anything other than regular. Now even if fiber is the right thing to do (thanks, Wilford Brimley), this post isn’t really about the health benefits of a morning constitutional (or a high colonic, for that matter). Rather, it’s about those things which emanate from us naturally. Whether that be feces, urine, perspiration, toe cheese, what have you…
Harsh words, slander, backbiting, gossip, anger, bitterness, vengeanace… The list goes on.
There’s a theology to be found in contemplating out natural body processes. Indeed, the simple fact of the matter is that there are things which proceed forth from us quite naturally, and all of which stink. All bespeak of decay, of breakdown, of death. Of our very human condition. C.S. Lewis once wrote of there being a theology of dirty jokes, i.e., the very reason we are uncomfortable with what is very natural, and normal, is because somewhere, on an instinctual level, we realize we are more (as Yoda wisely said) than mere “crude matter.” Luminous beings are we, certainly; yet nevertheless mired in shit. Stained on the inside.
This is the Tao of Poo, natural theology:
Where everything that comes forth naturally from you, me, everybody, stinks to high heaven. This is as immutable as entropy–things wear out, and the center cannot hold…
But for Jesus.
He has come to give us new a life, a new nature, a new heart. This is not natural, but supernatural. It’s not something we can transact on our own. For “there is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end of the ways thereof is death.” Our ways end in death, “but thanks be to God through Jesus Christ Our Lord” who has given us life.
Life eternal, everlasting, neverending. Even so, these bodies will fail, and everyday remind us of their decay. Whether it’s a cut, hunger–or a trip to the restroom–there’s a theology there for all who have ears to hear, and eyes to see.