I am in love with God. There is no where where God is not.

Suffering is a part of everyone's reality. Good Friday.

Its Good Friday. But Easter's coming.

Anyone familiar with the Milgram Experiment? If not you should be. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milgram_experiment

Brian McLaren, author of A New Kind of Chrisitanity, uses that famous experiment about obedience to authority in an article titled "Why do Evangelicals Dislike Me So Much?". http://www.huffingtonpost.com/brian-d-mclaren/why-do-evangelicals-disli_b_517094.html

Comments?

Sometimes people misjudge.
God does not.
http://www.examiner.com/x-11476-Atlanta-Christian-Living-Examiner~y2009m7d29-Coping-with-being-misjudged-by-others

My bedroom has wonderful views out across Scotts Valley all the way to Monterey Bay through a large floor to ceiling sliding glass door. It also has a window view of the side of the mountain the house is built on. Tonight I watched the moon rise over the mountain through that window. I turned out all the lights and contemplated the incredible wonders of the universe, including the existence of self-reflective consciousness that is capable of contemplating such wonders.

Holy Holy Holy Lord
God of power and might
heaven and earth are full of your glory
hosanna in the highest.

To the illuminating energetic creative unceasing progressive revelation of the unfolding Love of God I sing praise.

I like reading the above post. Especially after a bit of existential dispair over the bp debacle, the Niger Delta oil pollution, the ravages of dementia in wonderful people, the curse of an ex-president openly admitting he tortured and would torture again, the robbing of a picture of his perfect baseball game, CNN'S report on two hundred toxic chemicals found in the placenta cords of new-born babies. Corprations being treated as human having human rights and yet allowed to assault with impunnity the bodies and brains of the most vulnerable, our children as they grow and develop within the mothers womb, This darkness is spreading, sucking out the oxygenating grace of life. And on and on it went, my dispairing, the way the powerful ravage the earth and turn that ravaged earth against itself, by brilliant marketing, ravage the physical bodies who have been hypnotised into seeing the food of death as the amber and netar of life. I felt all of the brutality, and all of the chances for love and new life to have arisen and danced with wondroius possibilities and healing powers. Instead BP, evil bp deals in death deception despair. Happy smiling vidieos of pristine white florida sandy beaches, paid to Florida by to make the mosnster glamor into a good and helful citizen. But take those white coats off, and your blue coats off, tear off the bp ensignia that hides the toxic inner chambers of thier corporate heart of darkness, Let us go see that we see, have true gnosis of the couse of the the oil leaking everywhere. And understand it as symbolic of so much gone wrong in industry and government. So then what a simple post of my own to give me another ounce of courage, gave me courage to keep going, wadding through the lies and the deception, sloshing throiugh this reverse field of dreams, this spill-field of field of dreams of birds and dolphins drenched in crude oil.

Dude, I need a vacation. I guess surfing in the Gulf is out. A utube video yesterday of footage of dolphins dying from the oil poisoning the Gulf made me so sad. Not as sad as the dying dolphins, but pretty sad.

Such willful destruction of the environment is Anti-Christ.

My posting in here feels like an ghost haunting an old house.

God keeps showing up in my house.
(For those afflicted with too much literalistic thinking-a definite modern mind affliction--by house I mean soul, mind, imagination.)

God is my Breathe (not literal). Though my breathing sucks these days (literal + non-literal.

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!

When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

When I embark

~ passages/excerpts from Tennyson's poem Crossing the Bar

Such are my thoughts tonight.

Well, if anybody still visits this thread, and you feel so inclined, say a prayer for me. I recently lost the ability to sing. I also talk like mickey mouse on helium. Had a spinal tap last week. See an ENT doc this week. Maybe all I'll need is a botox injection in one of my vocal chords. Maybe... Maybe not.

Also, just diagnosed with hyperparathyroidism.

I loved the view of SF as I drove through Sausalito and over the Golden Gate today. I loved more spending time with my daughter, then with my ex this weekend. So much beauty still to praise.