Funk.

I'm in one of those rare moods where I feel like I should be doing something, and yet I have no idea what I could do with my time. I'm eager and anxious for a new job. I don't want to go to work at dumb o'clock a.m.

Spinning in circles and chasing my tail. Maybe I'll just lay down and sleep.

The Deep-Seated Source of my Unrelenting Rage.

I found it.

When I "rant", or "judge," or just plain act "angry," it's because I notice a problem that needs to be fixed. But when I speak out, I am not in a position in which my speaking results in any sort of change. When I am in a position to effect change, I am shut down before I start or no one listens anyway. Therefore I stay angry.

Did Jeremiah or Isaiah go through any of this? I wonder if Christ felt like this from time to time.


Oi.


Sunshine and Butterflies in the next post. I promise.

Juggernaut. A definition.

N. a massive inexorable force, campaign, movement, or object that crushes whatever is in its path.

Thanks, Webster.



Your weapons cannot harm me! I am the Juggernaut!

I got beat by a girl.

I had a theological conversation the likes of which i have not had in a long long time.

I'm very rusty.

I got my ass kicked in Catholic theology.

It felt good.

If every 9 out of 10 Christians were was intelligent as the young woman who silenced me tonight, I would go to mass on Sundays, sit quietly in the pew, take the Eucharist, and go home. No words. No complaints. No cynical thought process. I'd just go home.

Oh well, I now have a standard for non-degree bearing Christians. And a reason to hit the books again. Time to go measure up.