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Thank you Jon, Ryan and Coye; seeing your typed comments--each kindnesses in their own way--made this corner desk in this little apartment seem less disconnected from other lives. Blogging, with its "hey world, I exist!" form, can so easily become an exercise in futility; you help me escape the ephemeral form and see the solid reality of relationships.

Currently I'm beginningGeorge Eldon Ladd's The Gospel of the Kingdom. Entry point? Consider the Parables, "the Kingdom IS like a tiny seed which becomes a great tree, it IS like the leaven which will one day permiate the entire bowl" (18, emp. mine). Yet, as he is questioned by Pilot concerning his teaching, Jesus emphatically states, "my kingdom IS NOT of this world." Ha! A great set up. I'm excited to see where Dr. Ladd takes me. Anyone want to read it with me and talk about it?

Perhaps I'll post some further quotes a little later.

A light fog currently covers South Hamilton, MA. It's been like that all day, actually. I had to put my books in a bag (I usually just carry them) so that they wouldn't get wet from the tiny droplets of moisture.

Since I know I have at least one reader, and since writing is a good thing, I begin again. One, you better keep your end of the bargin.

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3:25 - I just wrote something about writing and erased it. I would erase this but I want to get through this first post as soon as possible.

3:26 - I have a crink in my neck that has lived there (in the left side, just next to my vocal cords) on and off for the past four years. It feels like someone has inserted a closed fist under the left side of my jawbone such that half the fist has actually grown into the flesh of my neck. Right now the fist is angry and tight. It's not always this tight.

3:33 - My son, Andrew; Andrew, my son: he is almost crawling now. He sits gets up on his hands and knees and rocks back and forth. Sometimes he puts a hand or a knee foward, but no consecutive foward movements yet. Its absolutely mindblowing how fast this son of mine is going to grow up into a person who speaks and has feelings, who thinks in the first person and thinks about me as a second person. I will be "Dad"; he will be "me"; another generation in this grand drama of time and space before the Lord, the giver of life.

3:37 - Trying to order this jumbled mind of mine takes time. Come back to the concrete: write. It's threeforty and Sunday; more will come, but not today.