A New Day.... A New Blog 


Final Post? 

there has been some speculation on this site as to the whereabouts of cheryl glenn. well.... i can tell you. she is indeed alive and well. and.... i believe that this blog will be shutting down. it's been a long time coming. but.... here's the deal. i love to blog. i really do. and.... i still want to have a venue where i can get my thoughts out. but.... for one reason or another, this page, in some ways, represents a past season of my life. and.... i feel like i need a fresh start.

so.... i will be moving. and i'll warn you. my new page won't be very snazzy. it'll probably just stick to a simple blogger template. but.... it will allow me to find my voice again.

when i get my new page.... i'll post the address, so you can keep up. and then.... beyond that, this page will be no more.

thanks for your emails and comments. the support for this page has always been something that boggled my mind.



I Hope You'll Dance... 

oh yeah. belmont's in the ncaa tourney. never thought we'd see this day when we used to go to the games (with all of 125 people) in striplin gym. so they play ucla on thursday night. we'll see what goes down....



That's Odd.... I Actually Agree with Bush 

i'll admit it.... i actually agree with the man. it's totally strange. pretty unlike me. but not going through with the port deal with dubai sends all the wrong messages and even 'w' knows that it only proves our ignorance to the rest of the world. the united arab emirates are a perfectly peaceful country. this company has several ports all over the world. and americans would still be doing the leg work around the ports.

c'mon people.... terrorism will never cease as long as extreme ignorance still exists on such a grand scale.



Good Weekend.... No.... Great Weekend 

this past weekend was really nice. there was rest. there was play. there was good company.

friday night, my roommate and i went out to dinner with her dad. good times at the texas roadhouse steakhouse. oh yeah.... there's nothing better than a filet mignon. i could never be a vegetarian.

saturday morning, went and got coffee with a friend of a friend. it was good. so good to laugh and talk. and good coffee, too. saturday afternoon, took in the charleston food and wine festival. more wine than food. but hey.... who says that's a bad thing?

sunday, went to brunch at high cotton. good food downtown. really good food. in a nice setting.

got a microphone this past week that connects to my computer. so i've been a recording fool. having way too much fun. good for the soul. maybe bad for my ego. but hey.... you only live once.

so.... it was a great weekend. thanks for asking.



A New Favorite 

the poem i shared yesterday was printed in mount pleasant presbyterian church's weekly publication. ann weems seems to be one of the senior pastor's favorite writers. and i have to agree.... i love the passion and autheniticity in which she writes. it's easy to read and speaks to the heart. i googled her and found this piece. and even though it was written for ash wednesday three years ago... when we were only on the cusp of the war in iraq.... today, with continued violence and terror in that region, it still remains quite timely.

I No Longer Pray for Peace
On the edge of war, one foot already in,
I no longer pray for peace:
I pray for miracles.

I pray that stone hearts will turn
to tenderheartedness,
and evil intentions will turn
to mercifulness,
and all the soldiers already deployed
will be snatched out of harm's way,
and the whole world will be
astounded onto its knees.

I pray that all the "God talk"
will take bones,
and stand up and shed
its cloak of faithlessness,
and walk again in its powerful truth.
I pray that the whole world might
sit down together and share
its bread and its wine.

Some say there is no hope,
but then I've always applauded the holy fools
who never seem to give up on
the scandalousness of our faith:
that we are loved by God......
that we can truly love one another.

I no longer pray for peace:
I pray for miracles.
written by Ann Weems



Lenten Poem by Ann Weems 

Lent is a time to take time to let the power
of our faith story take hold of us,
a time to let the events get up
and walk around in us,
a time to intensify our living unto Christ,
a time to hover over the thoughts of our hearts,
a time to place our feet in the streets of
Jerusalem or to talk along the see and
listen to his Word,
a time to touch his robe
and feel the healing surge through us,
a time to ponder and a time to wonder….
Lent is a time to allow
a fresh new taste of God!
Perhaps we’re afraid to have time to think,
for thoughts come unbidden.
Perhaps we’re afraid to face our future
knowing our past.
Give us courage, O God,
to hear your Word
and to read our living into it.
Give us the trust to know we’re forgiven
and give us the faith
to take up our lives and walk.


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