Oh no. Not again.
4 December 2008
What’s going to happen when Kirk Cameron realizes he’s not actually saved anymore than other humans. I’m saved. I know it. I don’t even have to believe anything, to accept anything else into my heart except the blood that already pumps through it without me even thinking about it. I don’t even have to be grateful for it. It just happens. I wake up, I breathe because of the oxygenation process going on between my lungs, heart and autonomic nervous system controlled by the holy hunk of cheese on my shoulders. Presto… I get to do all kinds of stuff. I can use oxygen to ride my bike, eat bowtie pasta, figure skate, and take color pictures of flowers, or black and white pictures of dilapidated barns and rusty metal things. I can write… Oh no. Not again I can write. I can judge and be a smart ass and feel the freedom of infinity through symbol combinations. Ahh the possibility. The simultaneous dread and joy of oxygen. It’s been coming on again, and for the first time in too long, I invite you to join me. One thing Kirk Cameron and I agree on, is that riding alone is no fun. He’s got Christ. I’ve got this keyboard and every other molecule my eyes ears nose tongue and hands have been blessed to grasp with that wholly unappreciated power of photosynthesis.
