I need to write

I need to write.

I have a blog. This you know for your are here reading it. I have become painfully aware that blogging sort of haunts me. An undone task. It cries for my attention in the midst of a busy schedule. OK. So the schedule isn't as busy as it could be. And, blogging could be accomplished if the choice was made. Of course, the choice was made, I just did not choose to blog.

I think is was American Idol. I did not get into the show intentionally. Having my desk in the living room means I am exposed to the ever constant television. And one evening, in the midst of trying to write something I got hooked. "That was truly awful," Simon said. I just had to look. Since then I have been waiting for Bucky to exit and this week he did. Do you care? He did, or maybe he didn't. He said he saw it coming. His twin brother will try next year.

I need to write. I just don't like to that much. I also need to read, which I don't like that much either. I would rather watch a story than read one. A good movie will always get my attention. Books, they are just slow motion stories to me. Takes weeks to get the through what I could do in an hour or two. Some movies take a few more, like Lord of The Rings. That's about nine hours of movie, but it's a whole lot more than nine hours of reading. It is for me anyway.

None the less, I need to read and write. I keep hearing that if I want to get better at writing, that's how you pay your dues. Read and write. I made a new wallpaper for my laptop. It is a quote from Frank Portman. He was highlighted in Writer's Digest magazine this month on page 17 under "The Highly Successful Habits of Debut authors." He was asked what advice he would give. He simply said, "Just start typing already." That does capture the heart of the matter doesn't it. Eric Maisel, in the Novel and Short Story Writer's Market, was quoted as saying, "Six pages a day is a novel in 2 months."

I need to write because in 2002 I asked God for direction in my life. His answer? Write.

"Why," I asked.

He simply said, "Write."

"Write what," I asked.

He simply said, "Write."

So there you have it. I need to write. God said so.

Till next time

Eternity

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Measure Those Who Worship

Measure Those Who Worship
Francis Frangipane
http://www.frangipane.org/

"Then there was given me a measuring rod like a staff; and someone said, 'Get up and measure the temple of God and the altar, and those who worship in it. Leave out the court which is outside the temple and do not measure it, for it has been given to the nations . . . '" (Revelation 11:1-2).

At the end of the age there will be two types of Christians: those who worship in the inner court and those outside the place of intimacy who are, to some degree, subject to the influence of "the nations." For whatever this verse ultimately means, it tells us now that the Spirit of God is measuring worshipers - those individuals whose treasure is in heaven, who abide in the inner court of God's temple. Beloved, those who worship God dwell in a measured and protected place.

Consider: In our world of terrors, pressures and trauma, our only place of safety exists in the living presence of God. We must not accept a religion about God instead of the presence of God. If we would truly dwell in the divine Presence, one thing perhaps above all others will take us there: we must become true worshipers of God.

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Thought for the day

"Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday, and all is well."

And so it is.

Bless God

Here I am

Hello readers.

I have taken the plunge in blogging. Don't know what will result but I hope not to bore you too much.

Let me begin with a smiggen from my past.
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I was born in Springfield, Ohio. My family lived in New Carlisle just north of Dayton at the time. The small house with the towering poplars along the driveway was home till I was four years old. Only a few memories linger from those days. A big fat red plastic baseball bat propelling a plastic whiffle ball to the farthest reaches of the backyard diamond before a home town crowd who cheered every swing. A large white bunny with pink eyes.

I don't quite remember the move the Englewood, but I do remember the house. Enormous. It seemed so huge to me in the early years. A backyard with no fence. The patio with the awning over it. A bedroom that seemed bigger than the whole house we have moved from.

Baseball remained at the core of my existence. With two diamonds in the neighborhood, it did not take long before I discovered the rest of the baseball addicts. From sun-up to sun-down, every single chance we got, we honed the skills that would hopefully take us to the big leagues some day. Smiling dust covered faces jostling for a turn in the batters box. Life was heaven.

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That's all the time we have today boys and girls. I will be back soon with more thoughts and stories.

Bless God

John Pearson