Monday, September 20, 2010

what i've been learning, seeing, hoping for...

Community is forged in the prayers for like-hearts to yearn for community. Community is baby-steps, flashes of joy, bon-fires, a series of perfect, collective happenings that fuse neurons into memories of comfort. Community is a dance not choreographed by our desire for movement but by the One who spins the world on an axis of shalom and decorates our ticking hours and minutes with the intersections of others. Community is the need to pull a friend into the kitchen to tell them how much they mean to you because the laughter is too loud in the living room.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Hello. My name is Pete and I live in a refrigerator. I know what you all are thinking, wondering and dying to find out... the answer is no, actually rent is really cheap. But back to the what and why. Like I just told you, my name is Pete. My mom calls me P. K. You can call me Pete. And this is my story about how I became a real life hero and met the apple of my dreams. 

Oh yeah... I'm an apple. 

To set the scene please make an effort to throw out all preconceived notions of my kind and let the tale speak for itself. 

(stay tuned)                                                               -mds-
"Perhaps in New Salem I'll find out who I am. Perhaps I'll find out if, deep down, I'm a good man - or will I discover my feet are of very weak clay?   

I'm looking forward to finding out - or am I?    

I'm so confused.

Can everyone my age be this mixed up and not know who they are or where they're going?"

-at age 21, Abraham Lincoln

take it for what it IS.

"Poets have been decidely quiet on the subject of cheese."

                                                                G.K. Chesterton

Monday, September 6, 2010

Catch Our Disease

Come and join the movement.
You've heard murmurs in the streets
and somewhere deep inside yourself
a drum beats hard on the off-beats of life.
Few can actually grasp this movement,
for as the name implies --
it is a call to move.

No longer shall we stand around stagnant!
It is spreading, like an infectious disease.
We all felt it when we first contracted it.
It starts like a sore throat or small cough.
Next thing you know they're trying to quarantine you --
trying to stifle the spreading of yet another misplaced dreamer
before someone else gets sick.

Oh Dreamers.
Do you hear your call?
The enemy is coming, attacking from within.
Apathy threatens our freedom - our way of life.
Indecision threatens our relationships.
Stagnation threatens our well being --
our future...
our house.

We see it all around us,
parents standing in the middle of a graveyard of shattered dreams.
Wondering where life went.
Wondering how they came to this point.
One foot in the grave
and the rest of their body submerged to their neck in regret...
Death first!

We are the ones who will not settle.
We are the ones who will stand to fight.
We are the ones who will make you as sick as ourselves if you get to close.
So come on in and join the dream,
come on in and catch our disease.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010


Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.                          

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow. 

- Langston Hughes