bash: dump.

I got my blood tests back today. Drum roll please! BrrBrrBrrBumBumBUM

I have perfect blood. Well then, now that I'm not dying, it's about time to find something to do with my life.

Don Miller released a new book yesterday. It's reflections on growing up fatherless, but it's titled something about owning a dragon or somesuch. I'll be reading it, if only because it's also about men mentoring younger men, which is something that's important to me.

That stupid travel itch is coming back. I've been home... hardly a week and the itch is back. I like how everything is going here! Why would I leave? But it itches...

I saw the Constant Gardener again. I still like that movie. I like how it's a love story about people, rather than being a political docudrama with flat characters.

Does anyone else wonder if our children will be as critical of us as we are of our parents?

Jesus keeps popping stuff out of the scriptures at me, like potholes on a ten-speed.

I still don't get why he loves me so much even though I tend to be so fucked up -- even though I love him so much less than he loves me. More on that tomorrow. If in the past few days I've told you to remind me of something, you'd best do that, because I've forgotten. I only have the vague impression I've told people to remind me...

On that note, do remind me to tell you what I learned about Jesus and Peter's exchange at the end of John's gospel.

Oh, and remind me to tell you about the hitchhikers and the old man I met at a garage sale.

You're all lovable. Cheers.