How Salty is Salt?

While brunching at a local cafe La Dah eating a bit of eggs benedict and sipping an italian blood orange spritzer, we discovered something interesting
You may not be able to see it but you can see my reflection in this tiny salt shaker. I was reminded of the scripture"You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt should lose its taste, how can it be made salty? It's no longer good for anything but to be thrown out and trampled on by men." (Matt 5:13) and often times in my over analytical mind I wonder what the author really meant by that. So as I added a touch of salt to my beautiful meal and tasted the enhancement I thought there are inumerable ways we can be salt to eachother. How can I bring out the best, "taste" if you will of each person I meet. I have discovered this is quite the hard task considering my background in post-modern humanism I am often only concerned of my own flavor. But, I certainly dont want to be thrown out and trampled on by men. I love that you only need a touch to flavor a whole meal which means I dont have to do much but be myself. I love how God teaches me through the little things in life. So...let me know how I can add a punch to your flavor today

Escalator Dreams

I had a vision once of me on a moving escalator towards God. The moral of the story was that once you make that first leap of faith you are on moving along at a set pace towards eternity, but you have a choice, you can stand walk or run or if you were really dumb you could walk bakwards. I am working my pace up to a moderate jog for now, I think I need new tennis shoes though. This picture was fun it was more just that I had been tired and sat down and there was a camera out at the right moment. Hooray for the little surprises in life.

The Evolution of a Laugh

I often have spent time wondering along with my sister why we do some of the things that we do. One of the genius discussions we had was on the action that happens when we want to express outwardly when we are happy of think that something is funny or maybe you are just awkwardly nervous. We analyzed the action of laughing as we broke into stitches. What was discovered in this very scientific experiment was that in order to communicate your feeling (one of the above), you activate muscles in your face to raise your cheeks and show your teeth. If this is not accompanied with the unusual gasps of air coming from your diaphragm then this showing of teeth could easily be mistaken for anger or cannibalism on its brink. Luckily we all understand!
Furthermore I am delighted how different we all do this action and how beautifully it paints the character of the One who created such a beautifully unexplainable delight. Have you ever noticed how healing laughter is... try it, it works best with someone else. ENJOY your laughing extravaganza!

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time in a far away land lived a girl in the kingdom of toilets that flushed the opposite way. It sometimes smacks me in the face when I am walking down the street in the morning and birds that I used to marvel at in the pet store and wonder... who would pay that much for a bird and then what do you do with it, fly around in flocks and have the most annoying call I have ever heard and I am reminded of that early nintendo game when you shot the ducks and the dog would run to fetch them. Sadly I own no gun and if it got right down to it I would not be able to do it, but I digress. The point is I live in Australia and I find it interesting to think I never dreamed in the years of lockers, SCA, cafeteria lunches, and ridiculous relationships that I would be a missionary in Australia. My dreams were only as big as my city and and a mediocre love. NOW I am alive I mean really and I am ravenous for truth and life. And it starts here when I can smell the most beautiful flowers, my favorite the frangipani, in my back yard. I watch people pass from death to life. I live a life of reality and passion, I hurt and love deeply, I discover a new piece of me daily, and I am well loved. How life unfolds sometimes... let it blow your mind!

That Shadow, My Likeness

Often I get in the way of light and there comes this shape that looks similar to me but is not me. I can not catch up to it and sometimes it wants to out do me by growing taller and thinner then me but I take solace in the fact that the time will come again when she will be shorter and squater then me and even disappear. I always remain until I return the dust from hence I came
"THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering;
How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits;
How often I question and doubt whether that is really me;
—But in these, and among my lovers, and caroling my songs,
O I never doubt whether that is really me."
Walt Whitman