Accountability Post #11 – Sappy Reminiscing of some good friends.

Didn’t run today… got lazy, I suppose, but I did run yesterday.

Running these last couple weeks has had me thinking of my High School team again.  I think about those guys often, and rightly so:  those guys were my best friends in a time that could have been dark and lonely.  I had a ridiculous amount of good friends in High School because of the Cross Country team, but guys that changed my life were Jeff Gottschalk, Dennis Fricks and Matt Bender.  We were the Junk Yard Dogs (plus a few incredible others).  We were the Scrambled Head.  We were the Scrambled Wrestling Association.  We were the “hey-you-idiots-get-off-the-bleachers” guys.  We were stupid.  We were fun.  We were friends.  (We were the type of friends that would gag at this sentimental reminiscing of friendship.  Sorry guys, if you ever read this.)

Without those guys, the others, and our coach, Jim Wilder, I wouldn’t be who I am today.  For whatever it’s worth, you changed my life (and gave me a lot of cool scars).  Thanks.

That’s all for now.  I’m going to go cry buckets for lost friendships… not really.  Maybe I’ll play video games instead.  :)

Accountability Post #4

No running today.  [shucks...] I had to be in at work early, and I’m sorry, waking up at 6 to go running is just to much! 

I did, however, read my chapter for the day.  (Isaiah 5)

Wow.  In the short little time this planet and it’s people have existed by God’s standards, He has really had to endure great amounts of heart ache!  Really makes me see how ridiculous my little Puffed Up moments and Selfish moments are in the scope of time.  Like this awesome “Lord of Host”, this patient “Holy God” needs to concern Himself with my inane complaints when His heart has been broken over greater disagreements with the sons of men.

The chapter starts beautifully:  very Song of Solomon-esque.  He calls Israel His vineyard and He describes the pains that He went through to prepare it and cultivate it, but when He “looked for it to yield grapes, it yielded wild grapes.”  Bloodshed instead of Justice; Complaining instead of Righteousness.  So He allows that the protection be removed and the vineyard (of His love and hard work) is to be trampled, destroyed and turned to waste.  I can’t imagine what that would feel like for our God, and then to think that He did that time and time again with Israel, and ultimately watched the same thing happen to His Son on the cross.

I really don’t ever want to complain again, but realizing that I probably will…

God, please forgive me of my trivial complaints.  Make my eyes wide enough to see with Your scope.  Amen.