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Just an Observation November 8, 2008

Posted by jonathanrandolph in Subtle Messages.
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i’ve noticed that the campaigns have had elements of faith tied into them; however, it has been interesting to listen further as to what exactly the “faith talk” is all about.  at times, mccain seemed to be headed toward a conservative expression of faith in God, but then just at that certain moment of identifying the object of his faith he (or the narrator) would start emoting about his country – America.  obama has also utilized the faith language, though sometimes more subtly.  in judeo-christian scripture it is cited that, “all things are possible with God.”  now president-elect, obama has stated that, “…america is a place where all things are possible. (1)”  although i think that this comment is implicitly referring to the presidential victory of a minority in the united states, i have heard this clause used in other instances.  and the parallels to judeo-christian scripture are curious, as if intended to subconsciously replace God with america.

(1)
http://www.npr.org/blogs/politics/2008/11/obamas_victory_speech.html

Singing to My Son July 11, 2008

Posted by jonathanrandolph in Family.
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often, when i think that i am speaking something to my children i find that i am also speaking to me.  he needed a nap this morning, and as i sang to him i discovered my own heart being encouraged:

“be strong and very courageous.  do not be terrified nor discouraged,

for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go”

waiting for you April 20, 2008

Posted by jonathanrandolph in God.
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it is a daring thing to wait for someone or something when a situation seems to have an immediate call for attention; but this is the direction that we have today.

Blessed are those who dwell in your house; they are ever praising you.

Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.

As they pass through the Valley Baca, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with blessings.

They go from strength to strength till each appears before God in Zion.

Condemned. Really? April 6, 2008

Posted by jonathanrandolph in My Neighborhood.
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The city has deemed it necessary to stick this sign on our neighbors’ front window.  The reasons cited for this action showed me that “they” only know the accounting numbers of the situation and not the full story.  Sure, the stuff that goes down next door is very questionable, and I never let my kids venture into their yard without me holding them; however, there are real life limitations that have precipitated this latest development.  I don’t know what choices our neighbors made prior to living next door, but I do know that his back is about to give out entirely.  This medical condition has severely limited him at work and probably puts him on the brink of being fired, let alone receiving any kind of pay raise.  They have not had lights on in months and have been heating their home with only a kerosene heater (which releases obnoxious fumes).  The city has decided that they cannot live there anymore because they have no power.  Is this simply a matter of not being connected to the grid?  Despite the questionable activities, this situation has caused me to wonder just how tightly gripped are we by urban services like, power, water, etc….  And though the yellow sign has been tacked onto the front of their house, they continue to live there, having no other place to go, I assume.  What shame has come as a result, for they have taken a piece of their decor (a fake tree) and have stood it in front of the sign so no one (especially the police) can see it.  I feel like it is they who have been condemned, not the house.

new life March 27, 2008

Posted by jonathanrandolph in God.
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new life

i caught a quiet moment just before heading out to work.  as i peered toward our eastward windows, a specific scene on our curtains came into focus.  i noticed the well-aged trunk of this tree that apparently had been pruned excessively.  also, at the end of the trunk had recently grown new shoots.  it is this presence of new life that caught my attention, and, moreover, new life that appeared at the end of something rather dead in appearance.  but it was not dead.  

the late night story March 17, 2008

Posted by jonathanrandolph in My Neighborhood.
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porch lightmelissa and i were engaged in conversation and she was even in mid sentence when i heard the doorbell ring.  my mind was locked on finding out who was on our porch.  i knew what was coming.  our doorbell ringing at 10:30pm almost always means one thing, the late night story.after flipping the switch, i could see that he looked like a hard working low-middle class citizen, dressed as i do for work.  from his jeans he pulled out his wallet and informed me of his name and that he worked for carolina steel as a manager.  but what his mouth first shook out at me was a frantic plea for assistance as his kitchen had just caught on fire.  he had pulled up to the scene from a long day of work and could see the flames shooting out from his home.  his wife and children were inside, though he had since taken them to a near by motel for the night.  a hired clown had switched a gas range for an electric oven and left the wires laying over one another without any kind of coverage.  to say the least, the situation had caused him to talk like a drum machine, pounding the breath right out of him.  i asked him to show me his home, as he had stated, “just down the street…”.  no other neighbors were home or awake to help, and the $8 dollars that he was requesting (to pay the balance for his family to crash at the motel) he vowed to return to me in a matter of minutes.  i was willing to see the reality of this story.  and so i went into my house and told my wife what  was happening and that i was taking him to connect with his family at the coliseum motel.as we drove, i told him that any money from me would be a gift, but he pleaded honorably and declared that he has never been in debt to anyone and that he was going to pay me back.  when we parked in the lot i said, “let’s go in and see your family.”  he gimped in surprise but fluttered out the door.  upon meeting me on the driver side he paused and peered upward, arms perched 90 degrees at his side.  “let me find my family.  can you wait here?”  as he zipped down the sidewalk i began wondering just what rooms were around that corner.  but, alas, i could see no rooms as i watched him bounce away toward the gas station down the street.he was clever to match his story with his state of intoxication.  and i wondered if he were practicing a new late night story as he walked toward the pumps.was that his real name?  i wonder who he was supposed to be, and to become.

Acknowledgement March 8, 2008

Posted by jonathanrandolph in Work.
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I just want to give a “shout-out” to my tools, “You guys rock, even though I’ve expressed major frustration with you and have told you that you suck.  I couldn’t work without you!”

it was stolen March 1, 2008

Posted by jonathanrandolph in God.
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i had it stolen.  my mind bit the bridle so tightly, and i hated the taste.  but it drove me, and i looked to it.  then, i finally noticed that it was gone, that it had been gone for some time.  no metallic twinge in the mouth of my mind; i cannot find it anywhere.  he has taken it and i am expressing it.

embracing smallness February 26, 2008

Posted by jonathanrandolph in God.
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greater than i knowi’m not quite sure that i cannot handle something until i am in the midst of it.  so was the case this morning.  i could not handle another section  and so i captured this one instead.  during the process i became aware that i could not handle this one either, though for some reason i felt more comfortable with it.  alright, that’s it.  i’m done with this post.

finger in my throat February 14, 2008

Posted by jonathanrandolph in Work.
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i’m not trying to be disgusting; rather, it’s how i feel as i attempt to write this post.  it has been cold and wet outside today, but i was inside a bathroom attempting to remodel the space.  pulling and pushing the coat, looking for that brushless gloss.  the fumes consumed me, though i had no idea of their effect until i went outside to my car.  i would not have wanted to hang out in this stuff, but ironically, the space between the front door and my car returned to my brain a sense of sanity.

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