Romans 12

A Living Sacrifice

Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. 2 Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.

The Sunset Boat

When a man is broken, he is not whole. It is this void he searches to fill. Like a bucket of water with a hole, it keeps losing its fill.
Not fit for a companion, not fit to be a leader. Not bound to a certainty, not even bound at all.

     There once was a man who set off to sail his boat into the sunset, leaving everything behind, but looking back smiling and waving. When the horizon disappeared, he noticed he was alone. His boat suddenly seemed so small in the vast ocean, as he looked at his hands on the helm. The water was so wide and far and seemed never to end. And when the sun sunk down, the night was dark and cold. It was those times when he heard the depths of the unknown beneath him. He could feel his mortal vessel afloat. He could sense the things greater than himself. He could find his reason for leaving less and less. And that night time darkness slowly washed him further away.
     In the morning, the light of day seemed to refill his dreams, waking him up to possibilities each day to move further ahead into the unknown waters. Something about the morning's fresh breeze, whispered to him that he can keep going, keep churning the wake behind him. Sometimes even the wind in the day time was so strong it lashed his boat around, tempting to crack the hull, but the light of the sun equipped him with the energy to navigate the waves and maintain his strength. When the calm finally came, he was worn out and couldn't enjoy it. He would only fall asleep in the wheelhouse.
     The sunsets in the west were his only reunion with his reason why he left in the first place. There were so many brilliant colors in a sunset, something must be at the end. 

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     I'm addicted to many things. I have to admit it to myself now. There is no escape until you see the light. I need more strength than I have ever needed before. Traveling had some answers. I understood where I was from a long way away.
    As I press the buttons to make these words sentences, it is this addiction I have to being on my phone that torments me, and hurts my eyes and wastes my time.
At least, right now, I'm writing.
     

Father's Day

My Dad...

A man of few words
But well understood
A strong hand
But a gentle understanding
A man who reaches goals
And sets up more along the way
A great listener
With wisdom happily ready
A tireless worker
With youthful energy to succeed
A great charm
With a smile that can melt hearts
A genius mind
With a humble heart
An efficient tasker
Who leaves no time for waste
A seasoned sailor
With skills to navigate the sea and land.
A born leader
Who's example breeds pride in his followers
An experienced life coach
Who's advice can breath life into the down-hearted
A constant steady provider
Who has never left his loved ones hungry
A funny joyous drinker
Who's alcohol only brings out the childlike giddy
Humor and deep love in his humble heart
A stoic and highly intelligent being
Whether in decisions, money, family, or matters of the heart
A careful wordsmith
Who's words and writing is portrayed in the utmost thoughtful concern
A fun, adventurous seeker
Who greets life and danger with a blessed joy
A part time teacher, chef, farmer, builder, gardener,
Accountant, deacon, singer, sailor, captain, counselor,
Volunteer, fisherman, traveler, coordinator, engineer,
Inventor, creator..
And a Full time father and friend.


I love you Pop.
-your Son.