Narnia to Eternity

After wearing myself out last night at the monthly "hack your toes and legs off fest" (sock hockey) I retreated home and finished off the "Last Battle". It was slightly sad to complete the first return-read through the Chronicles of Narnia in over 16 years.

Though I have some questions on some of the Theological implications of the book, I found one point particularly well made by C.S. Lewis. Eternity will be always getting bigger and better. We cannot imagine how good it will be. Scripture is so clear on this, but how often we forget and "loose sight of the eternal for the things that are passing" (Rich Mullins). The apostle Paul made it so clear when he wrote that: "No eye has seen, nor ear heard the wonders God has prepared for those who love Him". Again we are reminded when Hebrews speaks so clearly that even Abraham and Jacob, (who made the point so clear with Pharoah) knew they were pilgrims in this world and sought the greater one to come.

The points I just made to my sister in e-mail will here be repeated:

I found the thought refreshing that the world to come will not have time, no aging, we will be made whole, (physicaly, spiritualy and emotionaly). There will be no need to try to get so much done in a fleeting youth, for eternity will be ours! And fulfilment beyond our wildest imagination! If I could just keep this in mind when I am tempted by the tempest of life to use bad language, or get angry or despair that my hopes and dreams for this life are not realized...I would be far more useful for the master. This is just passing!!

The "Last Battle" in some glimpsing, limited way, made clearer the joys that await us, that complete "unspeakable" joy that we cannot even fathom now. To be reunited with all that is good and has been lost, to live every day to the fullest and not wear out.

Looking forward to eternity...longing to be useful in the here and now,

Adam

Twitch I'm not, (not)

Perhaps due to my monday pipe organ labors or just because it tasted so good to me this morning, I chose to pour nearly four cups of coffe down my "gullet", (Benny's term) prior to starting my first task at work.

The problem? My first task was a VTC, (TLA for Video Tele Conference). I was supposed to sit quietly, listen and speak only when necessary. I felt like I wanted to explode and go ricochetting, (we'll leave the spell checking for those who do it best, perhaps another "second thought"?), around the room while screaming "C-A-F-F-I-E-N-E". So instead I just sat bouncing my legs up and down at a physcotic, rate and had visions of "Deen a meetay" and singing mountain Goats dancing around my head. I am glad no-one was watching me when I broke down laughing at myself for no obvious, external reason.

When my equipment was talked about and I made comment I was told to relax. I assured them it was due to the coffee I had injested and not any degree of anger.

One of the east coast bosses called me later and told me that my legs bouncing around were a significant distraction.

The Twitch label, I am afraid, is size 9.5 and as such, I must wear it.

Adam

Comments made regarding the afore-aluded to cinematagraphic production, do not in anyway reflect the opinion of the composer of this literary marvel, (hereafter "post"). His unshakable opionion is that it, (the cinematagraphic production) resembled many layers of stale bread separated by the smallest layers of rich sweet icing. The necessity for chewing loaves of this bread to sample the "icing" is regretable. Secure it through a "risk mitigation timeshare arrangement", (how's Blockbuster suit you?) so that you may Fast Fwd Chew through the "bread". While "Hoodwinked" contains diamonds of wit and humor tons of worthless rock must be hauled out of the mine to find them.

The end of the world as I knew it

Welp, (as my sister and others might say).

My blogging life ended almost as suddenly as my traveling life. That's right, I am home pretty much all of the time. While this means I am rather enjoying myself and quite happy to have my life back, the daily morsels of life are not so exciting as the "jet-setting" lifestyle was, (for others to read that is).

Once I could type about the warm beaches of Southern Florida or snowing New England, (in the same day). Now I get excited about making cookies in the "Ducati of mixers" or lighting off the real thing after a winter of sitting. The latter I did last night and was amazed by the length of flame shooting out of the pipes, enriched by the fouled carbs. What a glorious cold ride followed!

The other events of last night even further my point: While I was awefully happy to clean out the nasty moldy gas grill in my back-yard and cook up some burgers, (yes, with a fried egg on them!), that does not look very exciting in print, (besides you can't taste things here).

So I am afraid my posts will continue to be sparadic, with one exception: I will begin to comment on each movie night flick and would welcome other's views on what we watch. Tune in soon for my take on last months, "Cinderella Man".


Adam