I must admit I like that Muse-centric idea.

So freaking exhausted...I'm not sure this was such a good idea...burning hot and not real chance to be alone for some thinking...plus I stupidly took my medication too soon...so I'm so freaking sleepy.

I suppose there is a tiny bit of irony in that we're going to the Space and Rocket Center tomorrow.

Space Robot Five...is he alive?

Maybe...

So far so good or so they say.

On the Road

I've missed this feeling.

Waking up at the early hour, driving to some location that I have never seen.

The surreal feeling of waking up and seeing a different location...a different skyline then the limited view from my window.

The chatter of youth and the random videos on the screen are my background music.

Eating food I'll never taste again and seeing faces that will never be mine to see again.

Singing songs...born from this insipid force of the human spirit...aching and longing for a higher ground...a higher order...to push beyond the trappings of this flesh and touch the infintite...even if it is just for a fleeting moment.


Somehow You are here.

In the faces of the infirmed, the eldery and those who minds have long since left this world...You are there.

You are in the voices as we sing together, pushing against the impossible odds of this life.

You are there in my shyness and my dorky moments of social awkwardness.

You are in the hearts of these youth...who sing...wheter they realize the impossible bridge every note hopes to feel...YOU are there.

How do you capture so much in a single moment?

I wasn't intending on going on any trip.

Last night at midnight I got the call you sent from an old friend...and now...there are connections being formed in ways that only You could have predicted.

What is this?
Where are things going?

I didn't expect to see my old friend...for things to be so different...but still the same. Same old jokes, same old movie references, same biting humor...but a different heart...in ways.

What did You think when you crafted this day?
The stop off at Calera, the stop over at UAB and now in Huntsville...singing to the infirm and to the old...and soon for a church.
Where were Your thoughts at creation when You looked at time and saw me writing this?

How is this going?
Where am I going?

What are these offers?
These desperate longings of my heart?

Where am I going tomorrow?
I ask You again and again...where this pain...these paths will lead and You will not relent in silence...just that the next step is sufficient.

Seeing the face of the elderly today...seeing their faces creased with life and ravaged by age. Seeing those who have been handicapped for so many years, unable to speak in words we understood...where is this in Your plan? How do you make such things work for good?

Is it true ignorance is bliss? That the blue pill of Chyperism is true beyond the realm of digitalized code?

You heard our voices...was it pleasing?

Is my life anything worth keeping in Your hands?

I have so many questions with no answer from You...and it hurts.

We sing of love...Your word says Love...but where is it in silence?

I *cannot* live on words alone...just this bread...I need vitalizing water...my soul purged of this filth and filled with the Life, the Light that You have promised.

"Think straight. Awaken to the holiness of life. No more playing fast and loose with resurrection facts. Ignorance of God is a luxury you can't afford in times like these. Aren't you embarrassed that you've let this kind of thing go on as long as you have?"
-1 Corinthians 15:34

I'm not used to getting offers I can't refuse...much less ones that take me out of the house and are a small hop across state lines.

I'll be gone for a while.

A few days.

Nice.

Freedom.