Where It All Begins
It was either J.M Barry, or at least Johnny Depp’s character in the movie, "Finding Neverland," That said every good writer begins with a good leather-bound notebook, and a good title. I don’t really have a leather bound, and I doubt that in today’s world, Barry would have continued to use one for more than taking notes, but as I sit here with my hp pavilion ze4300 laptop, I am only lacking a good title. Maybe something like, The Race for Meaning, or maybe, The Truth about the Human Condition, but than again if that was the title would you really have purchased this book. I don’t want just a good title, I want a great title. I want a title and intrigues the passer by of all ages, sizes, and philosophies as they walk past either the best seller list, or bargain ben at borders. I do believe I will steal from my good friend Evan and mix a couple of his ideas to come up with, "Paradoxes along a windy dirt road - a passionate attempt and understanding the misunderstood." Sounds like a title to me.
I began today with a change of heart. It began last night as I sat beneath the painful florescent reading light that came with the dorm room I live in. I was reading a book by Don Miller called Blue like Jazz where he tells a story of a meeting with a friend from a soup kitchen who never received any thanks for the hard work he put into helping people. Don asked him if he ever got tired of working so hard with no thanks and his response was, Don if we are not willing to get up each morning and die to ourselves, we really have to question if we are true followers of Jesus. And at that moment late into the night, it struck me. Nathan, you are not dying do yourself each day. You take things to be your own and you don’t submit all of your wants and desires beneath my feet. In order to understand how with was in fact a change of heart we have to begin much further back in my history than this. I would love to walk you though the various transitions that God has brought me though in the past 19 years of my life, but I do believe after finishing the chapter about how I peed my pants in 1st grade and thus my understanding of humiliation began, you would probably start looking to put your copy of this book up for sale on amazon. No, rather, I think I will begin with today and look no more to yesterday.
I began today with a change of heart. It began last night as I sat beneath the painful florescent reading light that came with the dorm room I live in. I was reading a book by Don Miller called Blue like Jazz where he tells a story of a meeting with a friend from a soup kitchen who never received any thanks for the hard work he put into helping people. Don asked him if he ever got tired of working so hard with no thanks and his response was, Don if we are not willing to get up each morning and die to ourselves, we really have to question if we are true followers of Jesus. And at that moment late into the night, it struck me. Nathan, you are not dying do yourself each day. You take things to be your own and you don’t submit all of your wants and desires beneath my feet. In order to understand how with was in fact a change of heart we have to begin much further back in my history than this. I would love to walk you though the various transitions that God has brought me though in the past 19 years of my life, but I do believe after finishing the chapter about how I peed my pants in 1st grade and thus my understanding of humiliation began, you would probably start looking to put your copy of this book up for sale on amazon. No, rather, I think I will begin with today and look no more to yesterday.
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