Channeling Johnny Cash

"I've been everywhere man. I've been everywhere."

So I realized this morning, I'm exhausted.

I was thinking through why this could be the case as I was flying back to New York...again!

I've always loved traveling and even prayed for a job/life where I could travel frequently. Welp...that's what I've got.

In light of celebrating my big bros/bff's wedding, Christmas, Campus Outreach's Annual New Year's Conference, grieving with a dear friend over the loss of her dad, seeing a friend off to South Africa, visiting people I love, plus work trips, travel has been my first name.

If you haven't heard from me...please, please don't take it personally. I've been investing in my friendships with the staff at JFK :).

Here's a glimpse of my life for the last 8 weeks (Dec. 9th to Feb. 8th). Hold on.

1) New York

2) Charlotte

3) New York

4) Charlotte

5) Washington, D.C.

6) Charlotte

7) New York (Oh yeah, I do live here and work here!!)

8) Winston Salem/Charlotte

9) New York

10) Los Angeles/Orange County

*Check out the name on that star. I knew my Nanny was a character

but didn't know Hollywood knew it too :).

11) New York

12) Seattle

13) New York...finally!

YIKES! I think I'm in the city for at least a month. I hope anyway. I'm tired of packing and unpacking and in desperate need to email/call you back :).

Fit for a President

Perhaps you have heard about the controversy surrounding this ad in

Times Square:

*Photo credit: the creativekg, Kristin Greenslit

If you haven't you can check out the New York Times Article,

"Coat Maker Transforms Obama Photo Into Ad."

I must say their response is pretty darn clever.

Did you catch it?

Bruised Reed and the Servant King

5pm Service

West 79th/Bway

Dr. Tim Keller

Come by. I sit in the back/middle section most Sundays :).

Isaiah 42:3

"A bruised reed he will not break,

and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out.

In faithfulness he will bring forth justice."

Quoting TK from tonight's sermon:

"Jesus is attracted to the hard cases. Inside you are dying. Your candle about to go out."

"He won't break the reed."

"He is what you need."

"Put yourself in His care."

"He was great enough to become low."

"Are you becoming like Him, the Servant King?"

"He will right all that has ever gone wrong."

"The only thing that will heal your heart is hearing, Beloved Child."

He was bruised (took the death blow) (Gen 3:15) receiving the poison of the serpent to save me.

Jesus took the rectifying justice so that we can have the primary justice (Shalom).

Thanks to Tom for the always moving song, "Beauty for Ashes."

Left Brain Shopping....Southern Style...Hilarious!

This is amazingly funny!

MLK Day

Sharing this from my friend, Dana's blog

"Wait"

by: M. L. King, Letter from Birmingham Jail

Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt
the stinging darts of segregation
to say,

“Wait.”

But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will
and drown your sisters and brothers at whim;

when you have seen hate-filled policeman curse, kick,
and even kill your black brothers and sisters;

when you see the vast majority of your 20 million Negro brothers
smothering in an airtight cage of poverty
in the midst of an affluent society;

when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering
as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why
she cannot go to the public amusement park
that has just been advertised on television,

and see tears welling up in her eyes when she’s told that
Funtown is closed to colored children,

and see ominous clouds of inferiority
beginning to form in her little mental sky,

and see her beginning to distort her personality
by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people;

when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son who is asking,
“Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?”;

when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep
night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile
because no motel will accept you;

when you are humiliated day in
and day out by nagging signs reading
“white” and “colored”;

when your first name becomes
“Nigger,”

your middle name becomes
“boy” (however old you are)

and your last name becomes
“John,”

and your wife and mother are never given the respected title “Mrs.”;

when you are harried by day and haunted by night
by the fact that you are a Negro,

living constantly at tiptoe stance,
never quite knowing what to expect next,

and are plagued with inner fears an outer resentments;

when you are for ever fighting a degenerating sense of “nobodiness” --

then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait.

There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over,
and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair.

I hope sirs, you can understand our legitimate
and unavoidable impatience.