Monday, June 4, 2007

Pole!!!! Icy 8 Special K, Cedar Chips and vomit, mixing, past perfect conditional tense


O.K. so I think my front teeth are loose....Am I talking funny? (Baby talk, baby talk, It's a wonder you can walk [Brady Bunch with the bully teasing poor Cindy....but don't worry....Peter took care of some business!])

I'm walking across a bridge today in downtown and it's a real busy thoroughfare---cars passing left and right. I'm walking and trying to read this printout at the same time. I'm getting pretty into what I'm reading and I am on auto-pilot walking-wise. Next thing I know, BAM! my face gets smacked HARD with an inconsiderately placed lamp post (I mean, come on...who puts a lamp post on a sidewalk?!!?!?! I think I've got a lawsuit!). I swear my front teeth almost fell out. Is my mouth swollen? (BUT MY LIPS HURT REAL BAD!) So, obviously I look around to make sure everybody else is alright (not that I was worried if anyone saw me make a complete buffoon of myself [this wasn't like one of those trips that you can start jogging and pretend everybody's fooled and has no idea that you didn't just start jogging for three steps for no apparent reason]), and--sure enough--no one else was injured...just my teeth, my cheek, my nose, my fragile ego. The good news was (apart from the safety of all others) was that no one saw me. Tragedy averted, right?

I get to my computer to find a message from a friend of mine (porch club member), saying, "Hey Charlie. Saw you walking to work today." I'm beginning to see that pulling off any appearance of being cool is just not in the cards for me (not that I believe in "the cards" per se [it's French...impressed?]).

Could be worse. This birth announcement could be about me:

Announcing the arrival of a beautiful new baby boy at
St. Francis Health Center . . .

Urhines Kendall Icy Eight Special K

born to (I'm gonna go ahead and protect the offender's names here)

at 9:10 p.m.
Saturday, February XX 2003
measuring 21 inches
and weighing in at 8 pounds 8 ounces

No,no, my friends. That is 100% real. No urban legend here. fact.
Two words--sick, wrong

I'm in a random mood today, so try to stay with me.

Cedar chips and cedar mulch. Is it just me or do all things crushed and cedar smell like vomit? The really strange thing is that once I realize that it is not, in fact, someones partially digested meal, I really like the smell. This greatly confuses me. Were I to find out it actuallly was puke, then I would continue in my repulsion (is that a word?), but if it's cedar chips, I like it again.

I guess it's kind of like that when the Lord asks something of us that we normally wouldn't like to do. When the thought first comes in my head to do something that is out of my comfort zone, my first reaction is to repel it like a mosquito with a can of OFF (or Skin-so-Soft if you're girly). Then if it comes back and you start to realize that this may be the Lord, then all of a sudden it becomes a joy to obey. I've noticed this in my own life. When I'm in times of refreshing, hearing the Lord's voice a lot and feeling some things that are from Him, it is easier to not appreciate the little things that He may ask of me that are on His heart. I do them with not as much zeal----however, when I am in a dry time when I'm not hearing or experiencing much spiritually, I get really excited just to be given any assignment at all! It brings such joy to carry it out because it's one of those rare times in that season when I get a clear direction on what to do. I know that He's a lot more interested in who I am than what I do, but it's also nice every once in a while when He says, "this would really please me," and I can do that thing.
Like those dudes that heard David say he'd really like a drink from that well near the gate of Bethlehem. They lived to please David, so they went and risked their lives to get him some of that water. They brought it back and he poured it out (had to be confusing to those guys), but their reward was bringing him something they knew He wanted. What he did with it wasn't that important. They had their reward when they gave it to him. I want a heart like that all the time---in the wet and dry times (wet may not work but you know what I mean).

Anywho, it's 74 degrees here and it stays light longer. Yahoooooooooo!!!!!!!

We are officially (kind of official, I guess) done with the nuts and bolts of the record and are entering into "polishing mode" on Monday (Lord-willing). It is going well and I'm still really excited. Ben Fowler is mixing again (I was going to drop a ton of famous names of people he's worked wtih to impress you like everyone does in this business, but I'm going to spare you that....Ben is a really nice guy!). I'm praying for a May release date and will hopefully start pre-orders in less than one month.


I was listening to an interview with a political figure (you know him, but I'm not saying his name) and he was being interviewed about his own faith. He is a Christian. The interviewer asked him about what Jesus would think of America and he began answering----it's not important for this conversation what he said, but how he said it---that Jesus would be appalled at this and He would think this about that and He would be happy about the other thing. Immediately my heart just got sad for this man and the millions like him out there who see Him in these terms.

Would be....would think....would feel. This is the way you talk about someone who is no longer around. It tells me that this is a person you know something about, but you have no access to him right now.

If I ask you about your best friend, and what she thinks of a particular song, you might start telling me that s/he likes this or that....or you might just call her/him up and ask him for yourself. you wouldn't talk like she would have really liked this. It wouldn't be right, because she presently has an opinion.

He is alive and is in us! We don't have to talk like that---what He would have thought...what He would have done....what He would have liked (past perfect conditional tense...good guage of your spiritual outlook!!! ha). HE THINKS! HE FEELS! HE LIKES!!! RIGHT NOW!!!! AND HE DOES IT IN YOU!!! How cool is that?!?!?

Anyway, I was just thinking about that and thought I'd share.

Cedar chips...fragrance of life or fragrance of vomit?

charlie dodrill....in full effect (for those of you long time blog readers!!!