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Thursday, March 29, 2007

Passion is contagious

So this is probably against some kind of blooger's code of conduct in some part of the world. But, my friend Kelly wrote an amazing story just last night and it MUST be shared with more. The Passion is contagious. Her passion is contagious.
Check it out here. Besides, when is the last time you cried while at your computer?

Saturday, March 24, 2007

What if you could though?

This past week was the onslaught of midterms, papers, and book "reflection" papers. (I gave the quotes around that word because apparently, according to my last paper's comments and grade, do too much reaction to the text and not enough "reflection" I’m not bitter though.) It was a crazy week of drinking way too much black tea, MDX, and doing pushups to stay awake…my stomach hated me this week, my triceps didn’t. I found myself answering the “Hey, how are you doing?” kinda questions with this phrase on multiple occasions, “I wish I could stop time for about 8 hours.” That sparked a conversation with my friend Chad at one point and we discussed what we would honestly do. This last week on a way nerdy and practical level, I would have worked for about 3 hours and took a 5 hour nap. But, in general here is the real answer:

I’d take an illegally fast private jet to Pacific Beach, San Dee, CA with Lindsay. On the plane I would play "would you rather" games with her, laugh, and read a bit. Once arriving, I'd get a carne asada burrito and rolled tacos with guacamole and cheese from Santana's and we would go to the park nearby to have a delicious lunch. Afterwards, I would work with Lindsay on her right handed lay-up and shoot some freethrows. Then after a bit, we would head to PB and walk on the beach till the sunset.

(I suppose that my answer also implies I have an unlimited amount of cash at my disposal.)
What would you do if you COULD stop time for 8 hours?

Looking outside today I see the sunny 75 degree/5 mph breeze perfection. It is definitely one of those days that you are glad to be alive.
From Wilmore, with Love.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Oh tidings of laughter and joy

Laughter =
As we were eating lunch this afternoon (homemade deli sandwiches, equipped with Claussen kosher dill sandwich slices - delish) Lindsay brought me to choke status laughter,
"Do you realize that tractors towing hay bales down our street is a regular occurrence?"
It's funny cause it's true.

Joy =
Leaving for Columbus in one hour with Billy and Kelly to go catch Sherwood on tour.
3 1/2 hour car ride o' fun to see my favorite band with our friends.

My life is amazing.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Anything can happen...apparently

And this year that meant Duke went out in the first round. *sigh*
I do have to admit that they were seeded too high. I only expected a 10 seed at most…but alas, my beloved Blue Devils fell victim to the athleticism of the Commonwealth of Virginia. That sounds like the beginning to a low budget American History documentary you were forced to watch in 10th grade, doesn’t it?

How crazy would it have been if EKU had actually pulled the biggest upset in history against the Heels?
I went a little “upset” happy this year, think it may have been too much. Still holding out for the Mean Green Eagles of North Texas to make some history… I just love it – you never know in March.

Second notable moment of the week was when a friend gave me a book written by a professor here at Asbury. Dr. Walls, a pretty awesome guy and huge Notre Dame fan, has put together a collection of essays on philosophy and basketball – his two loves in life. Dick Vitale has written the forward to it and Coach K has a “praise” on the back cover – need I say more? Check it out.

This is just another reason in the very long list of why I would love to invent a time machine (you think you know what I am about to say here don’t you?) that would STOP time for a bit. A trip to Pacific Beach and a 3 week time stoppage to enjoy some sun, waves, laughs, and pleasure reading would sure hit the spot right now. I suppose the mid-term crunch does that to most. Dr. Walls’ book as well as another one a friend gave me would be my some of first choices to pack for some reading. Man, sometimes I wish that AT&T and Microsoft would take actually over and monopolize the ENTIRE world so they can develop some technology to get this time machine project going.

To sign off – why does NBC have to show THREE CONSECUTIVE WEEKS of reruns of The Office?
How ironic is it that when ol’ Chuck Logan leaves his “prison” he gets shanked by a lunatic with a kiwi slicing knife?
From Wilmore, with Love.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Papa's gotta brand new bag

(Enter guitar riff here)
- RIP James Brown -
[Mr. Nathan Jennings, these lines go out to you for the email rebuke about my blog neglect.]

Literally, I got a brand new bag, look out. And no, don’t read too much into it, I will not be a Papa soon, don’t spread rumors. Besides, you think I would really title a “We’re pregnant!” post with a title of a song by the Godfather of Soul? Waddya take me for?
On with the topic at hand…look out world, Jeremiah is getting organized, downright to the psychotic level. The picture above is what is the beginning of my tailor made, quirky, weird, and hopefully efficient – Organizational System. Most specifically, info retrieval system. Pretty intense huh?
Here’s how it all goes down in a nutshell. Between classes, sermons, journaling, books, epiphanies in those great convos, I want to be able to recall those great insights, quotes, and brainstorms. So what I had to do was not only record them (using my phone, journal, class notebooks, book margins, etc), but somehow be able to come back to them for reflection or use in other contexts. So, my organizational journey continues, I’ll let you know how it goes. I am grateful I have found a a little system that makes it easier to look back and remind my forgetful soul. In the meantime, these words have been echoing in my ears and heart…or for better Christian-ese: “my heart’s ears”.

“Injustice is the exposer of idolatry.” – JD Walt

As I was struggling with balance I came to my friend Billy and explained to him that I couldnt keep all of life's tasks in order - God, marriage, school, friendships, family, etc. Out of his mouth, came beautiful wisdom from a friend, the kind that is sometimes hard to hear, "Life is not paint by numbers. Time overlaps, relationships overlap, aspects of life overlap. You cant take an aspect of your life, make sure it is all neat and filled inside the lines and call it complete. You can't live life just by making sure every area is filled in. A blending of colors is what makes a beautiful masterpiece. "

While speaking of her latest struggles Kristin, a friend of mine, told me something she had been learning through it all. I will never forget her words, “You gotta walk even when you don’t know where you are going.”

I just had the privilege of finishing N.T. Wright’s The Challenge of Jesus. It was pretty stretching to say the least. By that I mean there were definite raised eyebrow moments to try and work through. God definitely does something to you when your way of looking at him is a bit tweaked and challenged. Here are some of Wright’s great lines that are still sticking with me…
“Learn to be symbol-makers and story-tellers for the Kingdom of God. Learn to model true humanness in your worship, your stewardship, your relationships.”
“Your task is to find the symbolic ways of doing thins differently, planting flags in hostile soil, setting up signposts that say there is a different way to be human. And when people are puzzled at what you are doing, find ways – fresh ways – of telling the Story of the return of the human race from its exile, and use those stories as your explanation.”

Since I have read that paragraph I have been all out BENT on those three words – Tell the Story. That is what it is all about. What does it mean for Lindsay and I to tell the Story with our lives? What does it mean for you to tell the Story with your life? As we tell that Glorious Story, know that we are absolutely central in it and through it. We are the reason it was written.
From Wilmore, with Love.