I’m in Los Angeles as we speak, listening to some Bob Barnard jazz, passing the morning. Last night I dropped my friend Meredith off at her job in Korea Town, apparently called “K-town” by the Korean kids that live there because it’s more cool that way, and then I had 3 hours to do whatever, so I drove down Wilshire and drove through Beverly Hills, and down Rodeo Drive, and Santa Monica Blvd….

I can’t say that LA scenery interests me that much, but it’s definitely nice to see it, get it off my list of places to go. Meredith lives right by USC, so it’s a nice college area, lots of people walking around, lots of skateboards and sunglasses. Last night we went and hung out with some women from her church, and I can’t really think of anything interesting to write, so this is officially perhaps my most boring post ever.

And……scene.

Happy wedding wishes to Lea & James!

We’re (Lea & I) sitting here this morning in their house, and lea is currently fluffing her slip as we sing the same line from “You’re so vain” over and over. “You walked into the partaaay…like you were walkin’ onto a yacht….”

Off to get our hair done!

This afternoon I read this in Philip Yancey’s book, Reaching for the Invisible God:

“While in his fifties (Frederick) Buechner spent a semester teaching at Wheaton College where he encountered the familiarity of evangelical language for the first time. ‘I was astonished to hear students shift casually from small talk about the weather and movies to a discussion of what God was doing in their lives. If anybody said anything like that in my part of the world, the ceiling would fall in, the house would catch fire, and people’s eyes would roll up in their heads.’ Although he came to admire the students fervency, it seemed to him at first that their God resembled a cosmic Good Buddy.

Do we, like billboards for Pepsi, fan a thirst we cannot quench? Just last week my church sang: “I want to know you more/I want to touch you/I want to see your face.” Nowhere in the bible do I find a promise that we will touch God, or see His face, not in this life at least.

Modern American religion speaks in “friendly” terms with God even though, as C.S. Lewis points on in The Four Loves, friendship is the form of love that least accurately describes the truth of a creature’s encounter with the Creator. How, then, can we have a “personal relationship” with a God who is invisible, when we’re never quite sure he’s there?”

 …I’m not sure exactly why these paragraphs struck my interest so, but I think that we have minimized the glory and mysticism of the Logos of all things and all time. Is He our Buddy? Or is there more to it? Do we let the reality of unanswered questions and unknown realities seep into our daily lives, like so many before have done throughout generations…wrestling, questioning, crying out, doubting, shaking fists, searching, writing, aching….a deep yearning for the journey of discovery that has led so many to spend days and years in solitude, pouring their souls out in ruthless searching..

…or have we lost so many precious things in our economized, rationalized, 9 to 5, let’s stay inside and watch t.v. tonight, who are you voting for, how many calories does this have, society? 

Sometimes I feel like my heart weeps for this.