The dangers of blogging...

Thoughts I'm thinking:

I hate that I'm so forgetful. Sometimes it seems as though there is some serious short-circuit in my grey matter. For example...

Yesterday I was so excited to sleep in, start this blog, etc. Having a leisurely Saturday morning and all. Until. Until my wife got out of bed and asked where the cinnamon rolls were. What cinnamon rolls, you ask? Funny enough, so did I. She somewhat frustratedly said, "The cinnamon rolls you promised you were going to make for breakfast." Seems that I had, indeed, promised to make cinnamon rolls. I had promised this just the night before. However, by the time that Saturday morning arrived, no recollection. She might as well have asked me how to write a geometry proof, it was gone. Forgotten...

Why do I do this? It bothers me, bothers others. How do I go about remembering? Short of wallpapering my home with Post-It notes, I'm at a loss. The really ironic thing is that I rarely forget stuff like what time the Yankees are playing and such. Hmm...what does this say about me?

Books I'm reading:

I recently finished "Seeing God" by Gerald McDermott and found it very fascinating. I don't usually underline much, but this book looks like it got into a serious highlighter duel. He discusses, based on Jonathan Edwards' "Religious Affections" true and false signs of faith. These ar not intended to be used on others, like some sort of religious radar, but rather on the individual. Great stuff and well worth the read for anyone sorting through the proliferation of "religiosity" in the world and wondering about the state of their own faith.

Saturday morning....

Thoughts I'm thinking:

I love Saturdays in general. There's the regularly scheduled sleeping in, the mid-morning coffee, and perusing ESPN.com for the Yankees score (which I usually know before I go to bed on Friday anyway). But this Saturday is a little different...

We are less than 48 hours from the Major League Baseball trading deadline. This is exciting stuff. After Sunday at midnight, teams can't trade without going through a rather complex process. So, there's this real flurry of activity most years. One of the reasons this is so exciting is that it keeps things fresh and new.

I kind of wish that life had a trading deadline. You know, when things seem to get bogged down and repetitious, there would be one day on the calendar where mass change would come in a flurry. Think about the fun that would be...you go to bed on Friday reflecting upon your life as a data entry clerk in Topeka and find out on Saturday morning that you've been traded and now are a flight attendant stationed in Miami. That'd be cool, no?

Books I'm reading:

I just finished reading "Soul Survivor: How My Faith Survived the Church" by Philip Yancey, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was very affirming to see all the different people from many different faith traditions that had influenced Yancey's faith. It also served as a very strong reminder to continually separate Jesus from the church. I am, more often than not, a poor representative of Him, but that should always reflect poorly on me, not Him.