succumbed to the throes of Christmas dread, I managed to shake off it’s clutches, if only for a while.
Church as a whole today seemed flat. Obviously, as I’ve mentioned before, this occurs not because of church but because of me. Somehow, I just couldn’t find the joy today, at least in church. Class felt flat as well, even though Hebrews 13 is an awesome chapter in the Bible.
After church, it picked up tremendously and I was reminded once again that life is played out beyond the walls of the church. SU and I took off on the Marauder after church, such a glorious weather day. We ended up in Bacliff at Clifton’s By the Sea. Sitting outside, our seats overlooking the bay, it was, as SU noted, impossible to be depressed, Christmas dread or not. After our meal, we took the back roads up the coast back to the trailer park, just enjoying the day, the weather, the sights, sounds and smells of life.
After a long nap, I headed back to church, once again grasping the reigns of the Marauder. I arrived early enough to enjoy the true church, otherwise known as the people, engaging them in conversation. Most of the talk centered around motorcycles, it’s really amazing how guys can bond around them.
After returning to the trailer park, I finished reading Forever Odd. It’s difficult to put into words how a novel such as this affects you, for each person will surely have a different perspective. I suspect that most will not enjoy it at all but to me, this is one of the better novels I’ve read because of the layers of complexity manifested in the simple. I liked it so much that I’m going to find the latest in the series, titled Brother Odd. Fascinating. Perhaps I’ll type more later on the book and the author, Dean Koontz, for I think that Mr. Koontz has been on a spiritual journey not unlike mine. Consider this passage from the book:
Every day we make our way through a moral forest, along pathways ever branching. Often we get lost.
When the array of paths before us is so perplexing that we can’t make a choice, or won’t, we can hope that we will be given a sign to guide us. A reliance on signs, however, can lead to the evasion of all moral obligations, and thus earn a terrible judgment.
Man, does that ring true to me. How often I’ve been lost, searchng for signs externally, ignoring the compass that the Holy Spirit has embedded in me.