Musings of a Timid observer

I just read a blog post by the one and only  http://moroots.wordpress.com/ , and I thought about an old joke about love. That there are really only 3 words that have power, 3 magic words that can instantly change everything;3  words that well, let's just say any time these 3 words are said, the collective tightening of butt holes in the room can be heard like the sound of a thousand whispers. These words are of course, Nigger, cunt and Love They each prompt a response and thus when being said in reckless abandon, well all hell will break loose. Don't believe me, say the word Nigger(I refuse to acknowledge the term N-word, that's just a way for white people to say nigger, just say the word dammit, it is just a word, it's how you use it that matters) in a room full of racial diversity. In an argument with a woman, just try just mouth the letter C and look like you're going to say cunt, you will collect your genitals along with the rest of your burnt prop...

The pain of having a dream Jim Jeffries is an Australian born comic, and is almost a walking caricature of an already stereotypical idea of an Australian man. He's an alcoholic, he's loud and pronounces barbecue in a funny way. He is also probably one of the most hilarious people on the planet precisely because he doesn't try to be hilarious. He just is. Like all people who are effortlessly funny, there is a paradoxical intelligence that he displays  between bits on how he took his disabled friend to have sex with a hooker, or how stupid pandas are because zoo keepers have to beg them to mate yet it's in their interest as a species. They should just let them die he says. In the midst of all that, he drops nuggets, little jewels that shine more because of the context in which they are dropped. One in particular stays with me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zLjyo51qmrI&feature=related The clip above is on depressio...

With or without you You probably know the U2 song with or without you which is a staple on many a wedding playlist. For some reason every time I think of this song, I think about my loss of faith and simultaneously, the hope and excitement I see for my future. The charge has often been levied and not without making me upset at times, that someone without faith in a higher being cannot be fulfilled or happy. I made that claim myself before. Because it was my world, my hope, my identity; to be without that is to be without form. But the fact is on both sides of the great theistic divide there is joy and happiness. There is sorrow and heart ache. On both sides there is reason and on both sides there is inanity and meanness. With or without faith, people are people and they go through a vast array of emotion and experiences that make us question what the purpose of this brief fleeting moment on this little blue rock is all about. Does the question is there a me...

Salvation is suicide   I must decrease that he may increase is the oft quoted saying by many a humble believer. I once used to say it myself. It was originally said by the man whom Jesus referred to as being the man whom no one greater has ever been born. Well he was his cousin too, so maybe it was also a bit of family love. But the sentiment spells out clearly whats salvation is about. It's the denial of self and the adoption of a new master. A  lord and a savior. To be born again as his child and live your life not according to your will, but in line with the painful cry that came out of the blood soaked face of Jesus of Nazareth in his darkest hour, "Not my will, but your be done". It's a choice to end your will. A choice to submerge your ability to decide in the warm water of obedience to another. It's to resign yourself to the wishes of your new master. It's suicide. Now it may sound crazy but this is actually what is so exciting and...

After noon delight.(Written as I waited for a client-so shut up..22 minutes byatch)   The backseat was awfully quiet. Joseph just wasn’t talking anymore, which was strange because he almost never shut up. Now he was just staring out at the road and the old buildings that seemed emphasize just how sad he felt. Bombo road would forever be etched in his mind. He felt very sick, but he wasn’t sad because he felt ill. He was sad because of what had happened just a few minutes before. His mother was rushing him home so she could get off back to work. Or at least that’s what he thought. She was in fact rushing him home but she wasn’t going to go to work; she had some other place to go that he always heard her mention before. The club. Joseph had always wanted to ask to be taken to the club, but he knew he’d never be taken there. He was lucky to get taken anywhere outside of home anyway. He’d managed to get a deal with his mother. She would come home at lunch time to eat and he’d ...

I was just thinking about some of the moments involving ASCK and I thought I'd just randomly share them...feel free to add any that come to mind My first TFC fellowship meeting back in 2003, in the old boadroom.Somehow we managed to pack over 100 people in there, but the winner was when they introduced the committee and I kid you not, about 80 people were on the committee, mbu asst Worship committee secretary(Primah)..hahaha New Provos t.When they introduced the new Provost in the service Sunday morning and he said, "Come one, all coming and be served..is it, no wait, um, konka nabiha..or something like that". Beach wave 200 7..EVERYONE was there, I mean everyone.Funny thing is, we'd had a prayer and fasting retreat the month before, we barely made 10 people..ah, the zeal of youth, the 'generation'as Zac would say Nebbi guys .When the guys who'd been on outreach to Arua or was it Nebbi came back and were "spiri" up to the other side, with ...

I am my own culture Nobody can tell me different I walk in a style all my own I sound different eveytime I'm on the phone My headphones are on all the time No time to listen to the garbage they call music No Bieber, Gaga or Minaj I  bask in a musical oasis They're clinging to a mirage When hip hop flipped the script I stayed on the same page When the fade was in My afro was all the rage Well at least in my mind I don't care what's hot n' what's not I am one of a kind I walk by the fork in the road I go straight I carve out my own path No time for looking back I cleaned my own  slate I don't pop or lock I don't binge or rock I think, I want,  I know I'm different, I'm important, I matter My job my time and everything mentioned in the latter I'm somewhere above all that Minuscule nuances of a brainless herd The often go unseen, unheard Trapped in greed How they walk around with t...