Finished another book.
I’m now moving on to God’s Blogs by Lanny Donoho.
I really enjoyed the book I am not but I know I AM by Louie Giglio.
It’s weird that I’m really enjoying reading now. I have never been a fan of reading until lately. I don’t know why, but I don’t care why. I’m just going to ride this book train until it stops.
If anyone has any suggestions for good books, (take into consideration who I am and what I’ve read recently – Velvet Elvis, Searching for God Knows What).
I think I like these books because they challenge current theology and encourage me to step outside of traditional conservative religious dogma into a dynamic relational standing with God.
If that makes sense anyway.
As soon as Pastor Chuck finishes with Erwin McManus’ The Barbarian Way, I’ll be reading that one too. Maybe I’ll just go buy it myself as a Christmas present.
Oh… Excuse me… Did I say Christmas? I meant to say “Holiday present”.
Oh wait… I’m not a department store. I meant “Christmas” because I don’t care if some ACLU jerkemiah says Christmas excludes people. The reason for Christmas (birth of Christ) was to include everyone in God’s plan of salvation… now get over yourself and keep reading.
I just found a book I bought while I was at Catalyst in Atlanta. It was in my nightstand; right under a whoopee cushion. (don’t ask) It’s called Blink by Malcolm Gladwell.
No idea if I’ll like it, but I liked listening to him speak. Maybe I’ll enjoy his writing too.
Okay... enough about books. Let’s delve into the mind of a madman.
I had a dream that I was drunk driving and everybody knew I was a pastor… I didn’t seem to care that they knew I was driving drunk. I then told some lady in a black shirt with a skull on it that she had a pretty stomach. She just said, “I know” and acted like I wasn’t there.
I’m not sure what it meant, but I haven’t been drunk in over 14 years so driving drunk would be quite a feat for me.
I’m sure my shrink would say, “So what do you think it means?” and then charge me $90 an hour while she listened to me try and interpret my own dream.
Man… I shoulda been a shrink.
Well, it’s 10:24pm on Sunday night and I’d like to get some sleep.
So should you.
I really enjoyed the book I am not but I know I AM by Louie Giglio.
It’s weird that I’m really enjoying reading now. I have never been a fan of reading until lately. I don’t know why, but I don’t care why. I’m just going to ride this book train until it stops.
If anyone has any suggestions for good books, (take into consideration who I am and what I’ve read recently – Velvet Elvis, Searching for God Knows What).
I think I like these books because they challenge current theology and encourage me to step outside of traditional conservative religious dogma into a dynamic relational standing with God.
If that makes sense anyway.
As soon as Pastor Chuck finishes with Erwin McManus’ The Barbarian Way, I’ll be reading that one too. Maybe I’ll just go buy it myself as a Christmas present.
Oh… Excuse me… Did I say Christmas? I meant to say “Holiday present”.
Oh wait… I’m not a department store. I meant “Christmas” because I don’t care if some ACLU jerkemiah says Christmas excludes people. The reason for Christmas (birth of Christ) was to include everyone in God’s plan of salvation… now get over yourself and keep reading.
I just found a book I bought while I was at Catalyst in Atlanta. It was in my nightstand; right under a whoopee cushion. (don’t ask) It’s called Blink by Malcolm Gladwell.
No idea if I’ll like it, but I liked listening to him speak. Maybe I’ll enjoy his writing too.
Okay... enough about books. Let’s delve into the mind of a madman.
I had a dream that I was drunk driving and everybody knew I was a pastor… I didn’t seem to care that they knew I was driving drunk. I then told some lady in a black shirt with a skull on it that she had a pretty stomach. She just said, “I know” and acted like I wasn’t there.
I’m not sure what it meant, but I haven’t been drunk in over 14 years so driving drunk would be quite a feat for me.
I’m sure my shrink would say, “So what do you think it means?” and then charge me $90 an hour while she listened to me try and interpret my own dream.
Man… I shoulda been a shrink.
Well, it’s 10:24pm on Sunday night and I’d like to get some sleep.
So should you.
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