stairwell accompaniment:the postal service
taking great comfort in the life stories of the first disciples. their response was continually flawed by fear and hesitation. what they shared in common was dullness, an embarassing inability to understand what Jesus was all about. their track record was not good: they complained, misunderstood, fought, wavered, deserted, and denied. i see Christ’s reaction to their broken, inconsistent discipleship: unending love.
today i’ve been in derek webb’s lyrics:
i repent, i repent of my pursuit of america’s dream
i repent, i repent of living like i deserve anything
of my house, my fence, my kids, my wife
in our suburb where we’re safe and white
i am wrong and of these things i repent
i repent, i repent of parading my liberty
i repent. i repent of paying for what i get for free
and for the way i believe that i am living right
by trading sins for others that are easier to hide
i am wrong and of these things i repent
i repent judging by a law that even i can’t keep
of wearing righteousness like a disguise
to see through the planks in my own eyes
i repent, i repent of trading truth for false unity
i repent, i repent of confusing peace and idolatry
by caring more of what they think than what i know of what we need
by domesticating you until you look just like me
i am wrong and of these things i repent
back home and recovering.
I’ll apologize now for your disappointment. I didn’t write while away and probably won’t write much now. I’ll let my pictures tell the story. I updated the flickr site.
Flights: 6
Countries: 3
Nights camping: 1
Hostels: 1
Nights in car: 1
Bed and Breakfasts: 1
Nights on fouton: 2
Hours in London: 17
Granola bars ingested: 70
Car mirrors hit: 1
Sheep chased: 2
Hours car dancing: 2
Car Ferries: 1
Pubs: 5
i slept in a hostel room with 5 guys on my honeymoon.
vegetarian in Ireland=”would you like potatoes with your potatoes”
the London underground stops running at 12:30am. no one tells americans this.
stairwell accompaniment:derek webb
destination: emerald isle
will write while away. won’t post till return.
format:
new experience
lesson learned
back in office Monday, March 27th or whenever my transatlantic jetlag gives up.
onthestairs 