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Musical trigger

I went to a grocery store yesterday to pick up some last-minute items for our Thanksgiving meal. There I was, pushing my cart along when the background music shifted to Coldplay. My cart came to a stop, because I was suddenly transported to Soliton Space. I don't know if the Bridge folks always played Coldplay before their gatherings, but they did whenever I was with them, so I have a strong association between Coldplay and Soliton. It was at Soliton that I learned I was not crazy; in fact, I was surrounded by people a lot crazier than I am.

For a brief moment, my loneliness disappeared.

God is a jerk

People can stop blogging suddenly for any number of reasons: too busy, or nothing to say.

Me? I had it out with God on Friday, November 9th. My complaint: Why do you give me visions when I can't do anything about them? Do you sprinkle inspiration around, see who it hits, then see who is able to do something with it? Where does that leave me, stuck with the inspiration, powerless to make it happen? Am just I a pawn in your stupid game?

All this time, I've read Hebrews 11 as "the heroes of the faith". It even says, "All these people earned a good reputation because of their faith, yet none of them received all that God had promised." Ha. More like suckers of the faith.

I turned off my 10:02 alarm. Why should I continue to pray for the mission, when the only thing it accomplishes is to frustrate me?

Maybe others are called to reform existing churches. But I am tired of playing the prophet. All I have done is annoy others. For now, I have shut up and am going with the flow.

But damn it, now I'm stuck with this dream inside of me.

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