I think I'm still catching my breath. Waiting for my brain to catch up with my body. Waiting for my soul to settle.
It was just that kind of weekend, and it seems to be spreading into my week. I've had crazy dreams - ones that leave strong impressions of their significance every night since the weekend. I don't know what to do about dreams. In fact, I sent someone an email this morning with the (slightly) tongue in cheek comment that after years of nightmares and insomnia during the time I was depressed, I was hoping that God would confine His comments to me to my waking hours!
I was thinking too, about how important it is at times to hear something. My housechurch has been working our way through a book titled "Naturally Supernatural" by a guy named Gary Best, and I was having a very difficult time reading the book. Gary writes like a speaker, and I just couldn't get into his writing style at all. I'd spent at least a month trying to read the 30 pages of the first chapter, and I couldn't do it. But then, I heard Gary teach the material from the book all weekend. He's a dynamic communicator in person. So I tried reading his book again today, and it's going somewhat more smoothly. Reminds me of my experience with Tony Campolo - a great speaker, who writes as if he was speaking. This makes it hard to read. But, once you've heard Tony speak a few times, you can read Him more easily, because you can tell when He's joking or exaggerating. You can "hear" him telling the story. That's what happened with Gary's book for me. I've heard him teach the material, so it plays in my head as I read it, and makes it flow much more smoothly.
It's a busy week, and I must be off. I need to email off some more resumes today...
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Ha! That's how I write.
Nolan... not quite... more of a stream of conciousness when you write... I don't think I've ever heard you talk precisely like the way you blog, but I can definitely picture your blog as exactly what your inner monologue is talking about, so it's more of a stream of conciousness, and less like someone whose living depends on their ability to communicate verbally. And see, I'm a writing snob... I know these things
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