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The Dam Breaks Loose (Or…at least I’ve made a decision about SOMETHING!)

DecisionsYesterday I wrote about the plague of indecision that affects all of us at one time or another. Well…there’s one thing I have reached a decision on today…

I’ll be closing shop on KentRobertsBooks.com in the next few weeks.

I’ve been trying to maintain two separate websites for the past couple of years, and not doing either very effectively. My heart, and a lot of my past, is in SpiritualDrift, and that’s where I’m going to be placing my blog post attention for the foreseeable future. Continue reading The Dam Breaks Loose (Or…at least I’ve made a decision about SOMETHING!)

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Aaaaahhhhh!!!

roller coasterFaith in a Savior can be hard, unpredictable and scary. It’s often out of our control—and meant to be that way. But you know what else is? A roller coaster! And don’t most people get off a roller coaster feeling more jazzed, adrenalized, and energized than when they first got on?

And, isn’t that the point?

Our faith isn’t meant to be safe! We were never meant to be in control! Jesus was, and is, anything but safe and predictable, especially for those who feel comfortable and in control of their religion.

One of My Personal Addiction Triggers

I ran across a quote from Frederick Buechner the other day, and it stirred up a few thoughts:

Boredom ought to be one of the seven deadly sins. It deserves the honor.

You can be bored by virtually anything if you put your mind to it, or choose not to. You can yawn your way through Don Giovanni or a trip to the Grand Canyon or an afternoon with your dearest friend or a sunset. There are doubtless those who nodded off at the coronation of Napoleon or the trial of Joan of Arc or when Shakespeare appeared at the Globe in Hamlet or when Lincoln delivered himself of a few remarks at Gettysburg. The odds are that the Sermon on the Mount had more than a few of the congregation twitchy and glassy-eyed.

To be bored is to turn down cold whatever life happens to be offering you at the moment. It is to cast a jaundiced eye at life in general, including most of all your own life. You feel nothing is worth getting excited about because you are yourself not worth getting excited about.

To be bored is a way of making the least of things you often have a sneaking suspicion you need the most.

To be bored to death is a form of suicide.

~originally published in Whistling in the Dark and later in Beyond Words

I, too, know the pitfalls of boredom.

Personally, it’s when I feel I have “nothing to do” that the mind tends to wander…and it’s rarely an innocent trip. Honestly, it’s one of my easiest “triggers” toward a massive addiction habit I’ve been saddled with; the “thorn in my flesh” so to speak. So boredom is a huge thing for me.

I immediately need to shift my mind toward some other daily task, even if I hadn’t originally planned on accomplishing those things that day. Suddenly, they become massively important, for my sanity, for my moral strength, and, ultimately, for my faith walk.

Sometimes, diving into the Word helps.

Sometimes, penning a few of my own helps.

Sometimes, simply going for a walk to clear my head helps.

Even making dinner while the classic rock blares away on Spotify has helped.

That’s the funny thing about moving beyond the trigger: it’s never been one singular thing that leads me away from the temptation. “Instead of going here, go here, every time”, doesn’t work for me. Maybe it’s the variety of alternatives, I don’t know. All I can tell you is that having an arsenal of several options seems to lighten the tendencies to remain in any appeal of the habit.

The only thing that doesn’t help? Dwelling on why I’m bored and how to prevent it in the future. For me, this only tends to spiral into the, “well if A is inevitable, then so is B…”, and off I go.

Yes, boredom, idle time, “down time”, whatever you want to call it, will inevitably happen.

What you do about it often determines your character. Simple as that.

Thanks for the reminder today, Frederick!

Of Life and Orange Alpacas

photo courtesy odettesobsessions.blogspot.com
photo courtesy odettesobsessions.blogspot.com

It’s the little things. They start off small and, if tended to at the time, or remedied beforehand, they would surely stay that way. Small. Unimportant. Unnoticed.

This isn’t one of those things.

In fact, this problem has grown to epidemic, gargantuan proportions. A nationwide problem, affecting each and every one of our hardworking citizens yet, at the same time, ignored en masse by our mainstream media outlets. Daily, ongoing, ultimately touching us all.

I’m of course talking about the incessant hunger of our nations clothes-drying machines for one, and typically only one, of a matched pair of our most comfy, cozy, favority socks. Yes, socks! Don’t laugh like you don’t know. It affects each of us. Everyone, at one time or another, has lost a well-worn, beloved member of our favorite footwear family to these gluttonous machines disguising as laundered convenience yet secretly harboring a voracious appetite. Continue reading Of Life and Orange Alpacas