I’m a Bad Blogger

Once again, I have neglected the ten or so people who stop by here regularly. I don’t mean to neglect you. Really. So in honor of your dedication despite my disregard I’ll post a week’s worth of photos (and captions) so you know why I’ve not been here paying attention to you.

Forgive me?

I think I’ll work backwards. Because I want to.

Sunday April 6.

We went for a walk down our road.
I found some creepy buildings in the woods.
I have story ideas.

The Shack of Many Colors

Click on the picture. Check out the shingles.
What are those little doors for below the window?
Who lived here?
Oh the stories I have blending in my brain.

This little shack was just steps from the Shack of Many Colors.
They should have put matching shingles on it.
I was afraid.
Oh I am so not lying.
I could not. Could NOT open the door of this shed.
It was cracked open when I got there. If you click on the picture,
you can see that there’s something in there.
I was too afraid to look.
Yes.
Me.
Too afraid.

This hole in the ground was steps away from the Green Door shack.
This is probably what made me afraid to open the door.
Creepy side view of the Shack of Many Colors

Still on Sunday:
$153.00 worth of stuff at CVS and I spent only $1.46!!!!!!
(here’s how)

Saturday April 5.
Chicago Street Theater’s Encores Musical Gala. Look for us in
Lake Magazine–we had our photo taken. I’m excited to see if we’ll be in there!
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Duma Key by Stephen King

I’m reading it now.

I’m only 34 pages in and have already seen fit to journal some quotations about being an artist.

Like this one:

“Remember that the truth is in the details. No matter how you see the world or what style it imposes on your work as an artist, the truth is in the details. Of course, the devil’s there too–everyone says so–but maybe truth and the devil are words for the same thing. It could be, you know.”

Interesting.

Made me think of the Garden, the fall, the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, God shutting off the Garden of Eden so we wouldn’t eat from the Tree of Life because he was afraid we’d do it and become immortal in that state and how he had a plan for redemption, so that we could share in eternal life, but good eternal life.

Also thinking about how people have “dumbed down” God and his word.

Rock-a-Doodle

Today’s agenda

  • Cook Spaghetti for the IHW retreat.
  • Take Zane to 4H
  • Listen to this clip from Rock-a-Doodle of Chanticleer (chant-ah-claire) singing Sun Do Shine three hundred eighty five more times. I was talking to a friend about how Chanticleer is my all time favoritest word. Like cotton candy melting in your mouth. And I remember how much I loved this movie (I was 19 when it came out) and I’m pretty sure I still know all the words. Then I found this at Wikipedia:

    “Upon its initial release, Rock-a-Doodle was not well received by critics or audiences, judging by its subsequent poor financial performance and contemporary name recognition (possibly due to the film’s dark, worldly setting and frightening villain and his plot to eat the farm animals).”

Eloquent Remarks Concerning “Christian Horror”

Should it be called “Christian horror”? I don’t really know. Horror is horror whether it has a Christian theme to it or not. It’s not any less horrible when it has a spiritual thread. And maybe it’s all Christian horror?

What I do know is when someone says something I’ve been trying to express in a much prettier way than I. Let me introduce you to David at Diary of an Arts Pastor, “A diary of ruminations and happenings of an arts pastor who never wanted to be a pastor and never thought he could be an artist.”

He says in his Christianity Today article, “The horror story is not an escape from life, in all its wildness and terrible beauty; it is rather a way of walking through it, and as such a reminder that there is meaning, thanks be to God, in the middle of all the horror.”

And on his blog, “The service that horror movies can provide is to rouse our deadened, hardened, consumer-addicted, self-indulgent hearts and force them to see, feel, taste, hear, and touch things that should cause us to be afraid, such as the consequences of our words and actions, our hubris and indifference, our dabbling with idolatry and our lusts for power, fame and money. In the face of the dark or unknown or future we should feel humility and a proper dependence upon God. In a sense we should fear, or revere, them as bigger than ourselves. But never should we fear them ultimately.”

I’m thinking of approaching David for an interview. I love the way this guy expresses things that I can’t. I know in my heart, but for some reason, it doesn’t get from my heart out of my mouth with such grace. I can nod in agreement and continue the discussion, and I’m fine with that.

My hope is that I can add something to our culture with my participation in Coach’s Midnight Diner. I want this to break the mold, shun the stereotype, and I want people to understand that when people like me, people who love Jesus–when we write horror it is not a disgrace to God but an offering.

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