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Click the following link to read my guest post for Tim Gallen:

An Open Letter to Ted Dekker

(Which is really all about Christmas).

My post from earlier this week–Jesus and the Walking Dead–has been reported on Faith Village’s Culture Lab.

Be much obliged if you would check it out:

Jesus and the Walking Dead

While you’re there, check out some my other posts, look around, etc. Because they’ve got a lot to offer on Faith Village.

Nota bene: Normally, I wouldn’t post essentially the same twice in a week, but I’m in the throes of writing both a memoir, and NaNoWriMo, and just didn’t have time for a new post here. Hope you understand.

Let’s Get Political

randomlychad  —  October 5, 2012 — 8 Comments

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Today’s post comes to you via the irrepressible Ricky Anderson. He’s an IT guy by day, husband to his wife, Jana, and daddy to their miracle son, Evan. You can follow him on Twitter @Arthur2Sheds (ask him there about his “2 sheds”–he likes it!). I would direct you to his Facebook page, but he doesn’t have one! So come like mine instead: Randomlychad. (Ricky won’t mind).

Let’s Get Political!

It’s happening, whether you want it to or not.

The elections are just around the corner. First, we’ll dress up like idiots and send our blood sugar levels to the moon, and then we’ll shake off the carb hangover by electing the free world’s next leader.

I have a challenge for you during these elections -speak the truth in love.

I can’t count the number of vile, hateful and flat-out lies I’ve received in my email inbox from fellow Christians.

Ephesians 4:15 tells us to speak the truth in love.

You may not like that certain candidate. You may disagree with him. But you must not slander him. If you tell lies about him, you are wrong.

And even if he does eat puppies, kick babies and cheer for the Yankees, you must only speak the truth about him in love.

Truth without love is meaningless. 1 Corinthians tells us to speak without love makes you only a clanging cymbal. You’re just noisy…and obnoxious.

So for these elections, go ahead – vote for your favorite politician. Get involved, watch the debates. Just make sure to check your facts, and check your tone.

And whatever you do, don’t cheer for the Yankees. They cause global warming. Which, were he yet among the living, even George Steinbrenner would acknowledge is An Inconvenient Truth.

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Facebook. Twitter. Shoutlife. LinkedIn. Dopplr. Google+. Plaxo. Blogger. WordPress. Shelfari. Goodreads. Writer’s loops. Conference loops. Endless loops.

By the time I finish updating my status, writing my blogs, tweeting, pasting my bulletins, my newest pictures, my URLs and YouTube links, recruiting friends, recommending friends, sharing reads, rating reads, ranking reads, ranking friends, tagging friends, responding to posts, responding to friends, responding to blogs, ranting, reblogging, re-bulleting, re-accepting (plants, gifts, pinches, bits o’ karma, flowers, flare, tickles, candy, drinks, siege warfare by angry goats and lil green patches–what the heck is a lil green patch anyway??) it’s time to repost my status–and respond to those responding to my status who are reading their walls, shuffling friends, organizing bookshelves, recommending contacts and waging mob wars.

By then, the day is over. I have missed my hair appointment, my deadline and a conference call, needed to go to the bathroom three hours ago, blown off dinner, ticked off my friends (who live in town and did not check my wall to see why I never showed up), neglected my Significant Other, alienated my family, and defaulted on my mortgage.

I’m already grossly behind on an article and some reading, on projects for friends and the synopsis I owe my agent… and yet I cannot tear myself from Facebook because I might miss something important–say, another lil green patch–and then I will have gone from being behind with writing, reading and work, to being behind with the relational fiber of my life that is supposed to make the reading, the writing, the work all meaningful.

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Bouncing back and forth between the social, networking and professional sites I signed up for to catch up with friends, connect with readers and promote my work, it’s plausible that I might never have time to write another book–or if I do, it’ll be 360 pages of 140-character one-liners.

I don’t know half the people in my extended network, but they came highly recommended. And even though I may not actually know Marlene in Dekalb, I’m fascinated by how white her teeth are in her picture and the fact that her relationship status just changed from “In a relationship” to “Single.” I’m wondering if they broke up or she forgot to change it before her last boyfriend. And if I know any friends of friends willing to dish.

I’m fascinated by hub friends, who seem to know and be on everyone’s page, horrified at how many colleagues know schoolmates who have seen me do stupid things, appalled friends’ exes who never had the decency to settle down more than one degree away.

It gets a bit uncomfortable–I worry if raucous friends will offend the straight-laced among my network (or vice versa). I wonder whether I’ll say something dumb that will haunt me forever–or at least until it scrolls off the new bulletin list, pushed down by the newest rants, requests, ramblings or reciprocal idiocy of others.

The only way to know, of course, is to stay pasted to the screen. I find that trolling for feedback is an especially convenient time to spy on high school friends and frenemies, the real lives of people I only see in suits, my exes, my readers (it seems only fair), my colleagues, my neighbors. And I am at peace with my virtual social life, holed up like a voyeuristic hermit, my picture neatly made up in the window as I sit stinky and unkempt at home in my sweats.

One of these days, God willing, I’ll start a new project. Crickets will chirp from the void that was my blog. The status line of my Facebook page will stare blankly at no one. Invites will turn kudzu on my homepage, and my Shelfari shelves will grow dust. Concerned friends will send notes like morose pings into the ether as I wrestle with metaphors and confront the empty page, wishing I could trade my Roget’s for the tiniest lil green patch or bit o’ karma.

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Tosca just sent you a lil green patch.

[Accept] [Decline] [Ignore] [Wage Mob War Instead]

#caffiene

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This post originally appeared on the blog of Tosca’s agent, Steve Laube, back in January of this year. Because I felt it has something to say to those of us engaging in Jim Woods’s #WritersUnite campaign, I asked Ms. Lee if I could repost it here; she graciously agreed.

Tosca Lee is the author of Demon: A Memoir, Havah: The Story of Eve, and the forthcoming Iscariot. She is also the co-author with Ted Dekker of the NYTimes bestsellers Forbidden, and Mortal. A sought-after speaker and former Mrs. Nebraska, Tosca was a senior consultant for a global consulting firm until turning to writing full-time, making her–for those of us familiar with the work of Jon Acuff–something of a poster child for the Quitter movement. She is someone who left her day job for her dream job. As she would likely tell you, that dream–like a certain branch of the military–is the toughest job you’ll ever love. She holds a degrees in English and International Relations from Smith College and also studied at Oxford University. You can find her on her website at: ToscaLee.com, on Facebook at Tosca Lee, and you can follow her on Twitter @ToscaLee.

Today, I have the great honor of guest posting for Jim Woods–he of UnknownJim blog fame. Now there’s a joke for you: between us, Jim and I are random, and unknown.

Sounds like an Evangelical existential identity crisis.

Or something.

While there may some truth to that, Jim and I seem to be finding our identities not only in God, but also via creative expression. And so it is, as we became acquainted via Twitter, and the blogosphere, that we discovered we share much in common.

So much so, that Jim has guest posted here, and now he’s being kind enough to return the favor.

Here’s a peek at Striving For Life:

“I was thrilled when Jim asked me to guest post. We have many of the
same ideas with regards to the intersection of the creative life with
the workaday world. If you’ve been around here awhile, you know of
Jim’s nervous breakdown, and how he found Jon Acuff’s Quitter
Conference at just the right time. I won’t here rehash any of his
excellent posts regarding that time.

Jim’s story resonates with me. I could be that guy,
the one having the nervous breakdown…”

You can find Jim on: his blog, Facebook, and Twitter.

Please head over to Jim’s place to read the rest of my post, Striving For Life. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, please also take a minute to visit Andi Cumbo’s blog, where Jim is guest posting today.

Thanks,

Chad