To Dakota and Back with Dad #4

I started reading a book called "Sacred Romance ". It talks about intimacy with God in very profound way in how we all have adulterous moments (some more than others) in out relationship with God. Intimacy is dangerous period as it requires being known which requires being transparent and vulnerable.ICK! I am finding that as I gain intamacy with it translating to more meaningful and intimate (not sexual) realation with others in the body of Christ. I see that especially in my realationship with Dad. I always felt that I had to create this person for my dad to be proud of as I find that Gods loves me with all my flaws I also find that so does Dad. As God becomes my everything and one might think that there would be room for earthly relationships I find my earthly deepening and becoming more numerous.
Here South Dakota the presence of God seems blaring. The pace and lack of distraction seems to help me listen Him better.
Going Big and going home wednesday

To Dakota and Back with Dad #3

Sorry for the delay in Blog entries. Just figured out how to get the internet here in Timber Lake S.D.(not really a lake and no timber- it's on the prarie). I see God in so many ways . I came here with Dad to help Aunt Emily(90 YEARS OLD - climbed up on the roof last fall to patch thE roof).
My aunt has taught me what a life of faith and works looks life and how it blesses everyone arround. My dad seems so vibrant here. He is being a good son to Aunt Emily . Yes son . Genetically just his aunt. They have awesome relationship . My dad has taught me that loving someone means more than just uttering words and bible verses(I'm good at that). It means being present and sometimes fixing a toilet.
Going soooo BIG-

Dakota and Back with Dad #2

Again , Dad is talking to me as I write this. He lecturing me about morality and taxes right now.
Today was awesome. Except for breakfast. I learned that I am becoming way too much like my dad. Actually not all bad.
On a spiritual note: God is soooo good. Many people in the parish I serve are going through emotional and spiritual hardships. But God is assuring me that the work He has began He will complete BECAUSE HE IS FAITHFUL! Sooooo good. If you are reading this and you are going through stuff - I love you and am praying for but God the Father the Son and the Holy Spirit loves you more than I ever could - he is helping and healing- NEVER GIVE UP!

Ok - About breakfast. Biscuits and gravy is an American institution and there should be federal laws to control who prepares this delicasy. The folks at a certain reswtaurant in Rawlings Wyoming need to be stopped. I think there was nutmeg in the sausage gravy some where mixed in amongst the pooling rendered animal fat . But the lady was sooo nice - really . I couldn't tell her that she was disgracing America. I ate it all and am still tasting it 14 hours later. Did I tell you that it was taupe in color and not the traditional off white of most country gravies. Maybe they are not from America. I know I'm nuts and that I make way too much of things. Hey but I had some killer Bison Chili later.
Going Big on the Prarie.
Keep praying

To Dakota and Back with Dad #1

I am on a road trip with my dad to South Dakota. We were on the road at 4:30am . I immediately took a nap (uh- I wasn't driving). I woke up and dad was pretty chatty (still is he's talking to me as I write this ). Stopped for food and I was given 30 mins. to go into the Bas Pro shop(I only used 15). I think I finally convinced Dad that no one is chasing us . You have no idea how wonderful it is traveling with a pound and half of old fashioned beef jerky. Oh and hangin with Dad is good too. Staying at Little America in Wyoming- VERY NICE for 80 bucks-it would be nice for 110. I think we'll get to Aunt Emily's place tomorrow. I know my dad is sad about Uncle Pauls passing but he doesn't say much. Every once in while he recollects something about Uncle Paul ,pauses and wears one of those painful smiles- you know the kind - they feel warm yet kinda make you sad at the same time
More tomorrow. Please pray for us.
Going Big all the way to Dakota
North what ? no such thing

Independence Day

Our country celebrates our independence from England today. I am very glad that they don't rule us.

Top 10 Reasons why I am glad that we kicked England's butt 1776

1. Other than Beef Wellington their food tastes like boiled wood

2. Cricket confuses me

3. I would have bad teeth

4.English cars have bad electrical systems

5. I don't get Monti Python

When life was simpler.

I look back at my childhood and even though there was some pain, it was very good. I learned how to be a son,brother, friend mostly without knowing I was. I learned not to betray a friend when I was betrayed. I learned not to lie to my parents when I lied and got away with it and stewed in my own guilt. I learned to be a brother when I saw my brothers in trouble - I helped.

GOSH IT WAS SO MUCH EASIER THEN!

I still have stuff to learn but I can't go back and play "army men " with my brothers and friends to learn this stuff. How do you convince folks that what you say is what they need to hear when they just think your a WACKO. Oh , Please don't think that I haven't searched the bible for an answer. What happens to guys that say what God wants them to say? They get their head lopped off , mamed, stoned or crucified. Lucky for me they just think me a goofball. WHEW!

I Am Not A Poet

I have never been accused of being an eloquent man. I have lots of stuff in my head that just stay there because typing is very hard for me - that's why I don't blog consistantly . And it;s also kinda embarassing because my spelling is poor(people love to scoff at the bad spelling guy- and assume him to be an idiot). Truth is I'd write all day long if I didn't stink at writing and typing . I wish I could express how much it hurts not to express how much it hurts to have all this stuff locked up inside me. Enough lamentation!

Here's some words from  my head:

I once had ink on my skin 

it was painful to get on 

the image saved me 

but not the ink

the image was indelible before it was on and in my skin.

it was more painful to come off

marlboros can be useful

this ink is gone now for years

the image still saves me 

indelible

the image alive and willing to save 

to give a new skin 

the scarred  hand (scared and sacred would have worked as well- God loves this bad speller)

so faint now 

now one knows it was ever there

but the indelible image 

the indelible one 

I hope that they can see it 

I hope that you can see him 

on my skin?

COMING THROUGH IT!