We went to the beach again this week for a few minutes of recuperation and sanity. The words of the poet sum up my feelings after a few days back at work:
Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting . . .
My favorite chapter in all of Bonhoeffer's CoD is chapter 4, entitled "Discipleship and the Cross." It is my favorite for a multitude of reasons but perhaps, sadly, because it cuts across the grain of so much of the "Christianity" of contemporary America and clings solely to the cross of Christ. It is at once an . . .
"The world needs poets!" That may be construed as a bold assertion by some, a statement of the obvious by others, or an irrelevant waste of words by still others. I stand by my words; however, because among all humanity, it is the poets who truly communicate. Let me elaborate:
Engineers must crunch numbers, but it is . . .
Took off work early today after putting in well over 120 hours in the past two weeks. We went to the beach and played a bit.
Got a little sand beneath our toes...and on our heads.
Built a sandcastle with my girl.
Hung out with my wife...it was good for my soul.
With the recent Space Shuttle flight, I have not been in my office since the 23rd. For a time I traded my normal desk for a console in the Mission Control Center Mission Evaluation Room; my normal hours for those of a nocturnal beast; my normal tasks of training, long-range planning, and meetings for those of mission operations, 24-hour . . .
One of Bonhoeffer's most 'in your face' chapters is his chapter titled, "Single-Minded Obedience." In it he sound . . .