It's that time of the year again: Season finales. Tonight it's Lost. So don't bother calling me between eight and eleven o'clock this evening. I'll laugh at you because I don't have TiVo or any other digital recording device. I do, however, have a largish bag of piratey, peanut M&M's. Ar. So don't even think about calling. And please, no tragedies between those hours. Save your heart attacks and strokes for later. Well, okay, if it's infarction-serious, you can call me. I'm sure Laura would be able to take a message.
The season finale of 24 was excellent, if only for the last five minutes. China, I'm so sorry, but Jack's about to open up a big-ol' can of Whup-Ass on y'all. (I have the last half of Season 2 waiting to be watched sometime later. I need to hire a nanny so I can get through these past seasons.)
I also have some writing I need to get started on: an article on the Discipline of Celebration. It'll be interesting to see what kind of writing comes out of my soul on that topic at this time in my life.
By the way, the new Tyndale site for the NLT is up and running. You can find my meditations on the spiritual disciplines under the "Spiritual Journey" category.
Peace be with you, wherever you are.
3 comments:
His timing is perfect, unpredictable and at times confusing. I quietly celebrate the presentation of your long labors for the NLT site. I look forward to reading many more!
My small group studied the discipline of celebration this week. I have to confess I was a little let down- I didn't get inspired. So now's your chance! Let us know how the article goes.
True, I'd love to here about what you were expecting - What disappointed you? What did you like?
Thanks, Reid.
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