Don’t Stop Paddling


An Experiment
March 5, 2009, 2:39 pm
Filed under: Experiments

If you read publications such as Seed or Good or National Geographic then you have seen/read/briefly flipped through an article attacking the American consumer. Green and global warming have become increasingly popular subjects to write about in newspapers and magazines giving us a break from the stimulus plan and A-Rod’s steroid accusations. Al Gore and his amazing powerpoint presentation brought to our attention an issue that is both serious and out of our control. And by our I mean you and I. Yes we can live an energy free life as individuals but we can’t stop the big machine that is the global community. Unless God intervenes I will live to see the extinction of polar bears, gorillas, and quite possibly wild elephants. I just hope my children don’t have to wear masks like some athletes this past summer in Beijing. My point is simply that this ship is sinking.

With this end in mind I have made a decision: starting April 13th I will spend twenty days living outside. I am going to build a shelter at the back of our 7 acres (mostly dense forest) and live in it. There is a stream to bathe in and I will have two labradors as companions to keep out the snakes and coyotes (we’ve lost three cats).

Why?

Because I’m tired of needing stuff. I’m worn out with watching TV and all it’s bullshit. I have a job (that I enjoy) so at this moment in my life driving out west or to the coast to live as a hippie is not an option. I’m going to use what I have to get away for a while and experience the life that some refer to as simple.

I am still figuring out the rules and guidelines (food for example). If you have any suggestions let me know.

Later



Nicholas D. Kristof interview
March 4, 2009, 8:11 pm
Filed under: Social Justice

Hey guys I’m going to get something personal up later but right now I thought you guys might be interested in this interview:

http://kristof.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/03/04/answering-your-darfur-questions/

Later



Franklin Graham article on NYTimes.com
March 3, 2009, 4:18 pm
Filed under: Social Justice

 

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/03/opinion/03graham.html?_r=1



Beyond Mountains there are Mountains
March 3, 2009, 4:05 pm
Filed under: Thoughts

Deye mon gen mon.

Beyond mountains there are mounatins.

Haitian proverb

 

Not long ago I wanted to runaway. There wasn’t a specific place or anything, just a longing for a new setting, a place seperate from the one inside my head.

I was living the mindset of a caged bird; I wanted to escape but I thought I didn’t have what it took to survive and “make it”, that wondefully demeaning notion that life takes certain credentials to live and if you don’t have them…well…you’re screwed. Mind brain would sell me on the idea that I wasn’t good enough, that I needed more, ah…what’s that word…credibility.

My best friend is in love with the word credibility, for those of you that don’t know credibility or credible is being worthy of the belief or confidence of your peers.

Which is weird for me because aren’t we supposed to be a society of individuals but everyone wants to be credible. If we want to succeed as influencers and change makers, individuals who strive to change the mindset of others, we have to gain credibility. So in turn we’re killing ourselves to become credible-counter cultural-change making-individuals; radicals who need to have the approval of society before they can be new radicals.

So here I am at this seemingly large crossroads in my life where I want to do something radical in the name of Jesus yet I’m trying to figure out how to fulfill this deed while gaining the respect and confidence of others to allow me to do this. I didn’t want to be a radical. I wanted to be a cool radical. Sure I wanted to help people but first I needed to figure out how to look legit while doing it. Let me break the ice for you, without substance legit is shit. There’s a reason why Tom Hanks is cooler than Colin Ferrell.

Recently I started reading Moutains beyond Mountains about the work and life of Dr. Paul Farmer. Only 50 pages in and this guy is one of the coolest guys I’ve ever read about.

This guy is a stud.

This guy is a stud.

 

Paul Farmer didn’t start a legit social justice group with slick business cards and a design savvy website. He didn’t start out looking like an iconic anthropologist changing the world, he became one. This is a man who is changing an entire nation (Haiti) because he is doing and not worrying about how he looks while doing it.

I’m not saying design doesn’t matter. I’m just saying if design or looking cool isn’t your thing then screw it. Go do your thing and make an impact and when the time comes and if somebody wants to do a documentary on the work you’re doing then let them make you look cool.

If we all sit on our hands waiting to become legit then nothing is ever going to get done.



Good Blog Contest, Braves Spring Training, and more…
February 27, 2009, 5:00 pm
Filed under: General

Good is offering $500 to the person who can create the bestglobal finance infographic. Check it out here: http://www.good.is/?p=14140

The Braves are now 1-1 in the Grapefruit League; they came back in the 8th yesterday to down the Astos 9-8. Tommy Hanson made his spring debut with two strong innings.

On a personal note Lindsey is arriving one week from today and I can’t wait to pick her up in Nashville. Who would have ever thought that two months would have felt this long?



Live Blogging: Wildlife Conservation Society, George Schaller’s long reach in conservation
February 26, 2009, 9:00 pm
Filed under: Conservation

Check out this article from National Geographic Adventure Blog:

http://ngadventure.typepad.com/blog/2009/02/liveblogging-wildlife-conservation-society-george-schallers-long-reach-in-conservation.html

I grew up on Discovery Channel so this stuff is preety cool to me.



New shoes
February 26, 2009, 3:58 pm
Filed under: Short Stories

It was a Friday when I noticed him. Nothing more than a large brown stained jacket with an arm or leg poking out here and there he couldn’t have been older than nine. He was sitting quietly on an old rusted bike staring at the line of cars with a look that spoke more of boredom than hope. Dried cement and dirt clung to his shoes, two sizes too big, covering a torn Nike symbol, the same symbol worn by million dollar athletes and high-school cheerleaders. The irony didn’t appear to shake him. February in Atlanta is cold and as I started to roll down the window thinking two dollars might get him a coffee or a Redbull. That’s what all the kids around the apartment complex drank; they seemed to like it well enough. Seriously who knows what a beggar kid drinks? He glanced at the two dollars sticking out the small slit (who knows what kind of diseases he might have) and ambled over and mumbled, “thank you mister.” There were scars on his face when he said it as if someone had taken a fire poker to him a long time ago. Walking back to his bike he hunched over a large bundle of blankets on the ground and put the cash in an old diet coke can. There were scars on the can too probably long forgotten in some waste dump in the city.

The light turned green and the cars started to move. A large Escalade upfront was taking it’s time, another trophy wife taking her kid to private school. She was going to town on the phone talking about last night’s episode of Celebrity Rehab and how her bagel tasted awful this morning. As she started to pull away she casually flung her half empty Iced Mocha out the passenger’s side window. With a sound not unlike shit hitting the toilet it splattered at the feet of the beggar kid.

 

What happened next has been discussed a million times and explained to two different police officers.

 

First, “bitch”, was said in a surprisingly angelic voice. The mouth that it came from was standing defiantly on the sidewalk, fists balled and eyes narrowed. It was as if Maximus was before the emperor once again in Gladiator and the whole movie theater watched in anticipation. The kid had become larger somehow as if mutating into some kind of defiant saint waiting to fight for all of poverty or loss of life.

The Escalade came to a screeching halt, the following cars missing its bumper by mere centimeters. Blonde hair was flying everywhere as the trophy wife tried to figure out the locking mechanism on the car. Those things are always hard to figure out when you’re pissed. And she was pissed. Leaping from the car, even going so far as to skip the stainless steel side-bar, she tore around the front of the car headlights gleaming on a decent boob job.

 

All time stopped as the gladiators came face to face, “What did you say?” It was said from five inches above flowing out from under a pair of red Gucci reading glasses and down a green Juicy workout suit. The question stopped at five feet exactly in a mass of torn clothes and shoes two sizes too big.

 

“I said bitch.”

 

WWHHAAPP! The sound hung in the cold air. Tears started down the kid’s cheeks as people stood one legged leaning this way and that out of their cars trying to see the action. “And why did you say that street trash?” she said it as if she was talking to a junkyard dog. Slowly he lifted his hand his hand to his cheek and looked menacingly into the face of his attacker.

 

“Because you got your $4 cup of coffee on my new shoes.”

 

 

 



Jobloss…Good?
February 26, 2009, 2:35 pm
Filed under: Thoughts

I’m all alone in the office today, my co-workers are working at Catalyst One Day at North Point Community Church. The last West Coast Catalyst deadline is today so I am smiling and dialing working the phones hoping we sell out by the April 22nd event. Ticket sales haven’t gone as quickly as we would like due to the economy and a lot of churches are buckling down on their budgets. I have had more than a few phone conversations with pastors who recently lost their jobs and now they’re living in prayer believing that everything will work out.

I admire their faith and their moxie. Most of these pastors have a wife and a couple of kids (pastors must suck at putting condoms on) and their degree is in Youth Ministry or Small Groups Administration, not exactly a recipe for stress-free peaceful unemployment. Not to mention that these men and women feel a strong calling on their lives to make a differance in the community so its hard for them to accept a position outside of the ministry (which is a fabled land).

I appreciate them for their dedication and hardwork to the ministry but I have a quiet proposal….more of a what if.

What if God was using this economical downfall to pull ministers and believers back into the outside world? Take a moment and think about it, there are literally thousands of churches that are going under, what better way to start a movement than dispensing believers all over the country as car salesman, real estate agents, drive thru attendants, bartenders, etc.

Just a suggestion, I need to get some things done at work, more on this later today.

Later



Wake Me Up
February 24, 2009, 10:54 pm
Filed under: Poetry

Wake me up

For they say you are here

The tree among brush

Waves beyond water

This is what they say

 

Here I have slept

Oh so long, Oh so long

My eyes have never seen

The morning portrayed

Yellows and reds

 

Wake me up

For they say you smile always

A frown upside down

Against the shadows

Your smile never fades

 

It is different than they said

Hatred and vengeance

Fire and death

Yet here you stand

Redemption in hand

A frown upside down

 

Wake me up

I have slept oh so long

It is time for morning

Yellows and reds

Redemption in hand

Turn my frown upside down



Land of a Thousand Hills
February 24, 2009, 7:17 pm
Filed under: Social Justice

Drink Coffee. Do Good.

 

The tragedies that took place in Rwanda between April and July of 1994 have been well documented. Almost one million Tutsi and Hutu moderates were tortured and massacred due to a decade of political unrest. Stories haunt the shelves of most book stores chronicling the deaths and rape of men, women, and children.

Since the events of 1994 (and the years proceeding) dozens of organizations have gotten involved with helping to restore the country. One such group that is located here in Atlanta is Land of a Thousand Hills, a coffee company with a heart for Rwanda.

 

 

landof1000hills.com – check em’ out

 

Later




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