Wednesday, January 26, 2011

An Hour's Yield

Alright school; you win.
I have been reading for more than an hour.
What have I gained?
Only this:

"No distance is so great as that between two minds."

Estimated time to read that sentence: 1.5 seconds.
John D. Peters, you owe me 1 hour and 25 minutes of life.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

They say the eyes are the window to the soul

My eyes are dull.

They used to dance.

Come to think about it...I used to dance...

And it's been a while since I've smiled.
Funny, as there was once a time I smiled so much that I actually feared I would develop unattractive "laugh lines."

Was that really so long ago? And what ever happened to that girl? More importantly--has anybody seen her? I think I catch a glimpse of her--a whisper--every now and then. I call to her but ghosts can't answer.

I can't chase her down. I'm too tired.

You see, I'm lifeless.


When did this happen? And who dealt the fatal blow to the girl with the eyes and the laugh and the dance?

What's left is a shell. A thing with strings.

One needs animated limbs to dance...

When and how did this happen?
When did the world go from one of promise to one of pain?
When did inherent confidence transform itself into crippling self doubt?

When did I become so afraid...

When did "I can" become "I can't"?
When did the fear of loss begin to overtake the excitement of potential gain?

When did I give up?

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Jesus works at Georgia Public Broadcasting

And thus ends another chapter: my condo is set to close on Friday.

In other (and equally exciting) news--I believe Jesus works at Georgia Public Broadcasting. So if I were you (and if I had money) I think I'd strongly consider giving to that particular organization...because, well, He is watching.

Not that He can be fooled by your sudden, self-serving philanthropy. Your unprecedented generosity binge, while unlikely to go unnoticed by the Savior, is equally unlikely to garner you any merit badges if your sole reason for giving is to nudge The Creator toward that new flat screen you've been eyeing. (Oh, He KNOWS.)

So, on second thought, maybe you better not give. After all, why add 'fickle brown-noser' to your list of dubious accomplishments?

Anyway, He works there. I have it on good authority--mine. Because when my well of ideas had run bone-dry (think 'Sahara' or David Spade in pretty much anything David Spade has ever done), the Lord saw fit to speak to me. Through Georgia Public Broadcasting. (And they say television is ruining our children...)

Why Erin, you ask, what wisdom did the Lord impart to you? Whatever did He say? Have you insight on the War in Iraq? Is Armageddon near? Who will emerge victorious in this year's Super Bowl?

And to you I say--no, 2012, and the Falcons. The last of which being the inciting reason for the aforementioned end of the world. After all, it's the only way that could actually happen.

(Go Matt Ryan, go! Awesome.)

But while omniscient insight into war, the apocalypse and football sound impressive, they are nothing compared to the tremendous gift Jesus wrapped for me and tied with a GPB bow--inspiration on the second half of my screenplay.

That's right, boys and girls. Two words: screen. play. (Perhaps that is one compound word? Whatever, It is of no consequence.)

Yesterday I was lost. Today I am found. I sat and waited on the Lord and He delivered. Though, to be fair, I had no idea I was actually waiting on the Lord. I thought I was just lost in a haze of 'don't give a damn'..which, I think, just goes to further emphasize His brilliance.

So I am off to write (umm...some more). Wish me luck. And NO, I WILL NOT tell you what the screenplay's about. Heh. Regretting you read this far now, aren't you? You can't hold it against me though. If you do, I may just counter with "Jesus told me to keep it a surprise."

Monday, January 3, 2011

Toast to Ryan and Lindsey

I have to admit; I struggled preparing for this moment. When Lindsey first asked me to speak, I thought it’d be an easier assignment. After all, I have known the groom for his entire life, and Lindsey for almost 8 years. But when I sat down to write, I found the words just wouldn’t come.

I tried themes—love, dove kinda stuff. I even thought I had an epiphany one day on my way to class—I’d write about ‘adaptation.’ I’d write about how, in nature, when two individual and differing species unite or adapt to each other that each makes the other stronger. I thought that this was definitely true of Ryan and Lindsey; their strengths bridge the gaps of individual weaknesses.

But still, none of it seemed right.

Because the truth is, there is no way to define their relationship with words. Try as I might, I cannot capture what it is that draws two people to one another in such a way as to make each one a better version of themselves. Any attempt to previously define it has failed—and if Shakespeare, Keats and Byron fell short of defining it…well, then who am I?

So instead of telling Ryan and Lindsey something they already know—that what they have found is special, and rare, beautiful and powerful—I decided to define what they’ve built in terms that even I, who am still searching, understand. Ryan and Lindsey have found a home.

The concept of home is such an important one in our culture. More than what we are born into, it’s what we seek to establish to foster and nurture our own independence. Home is central to who we are. It’s what we know. It’s what we discover. It’s familiar smells and warm socks and who we really are when the masks and the make up come off.

Home permeates our language.

Home Sweet Home
There’s no place like home.
Of hearth and home
I’m going home.

The more you think about it, ‘home’ is everywhere.

Home base
Home run
Home fires

You can never go home…
Who says you can’t go home?

Welcome home
Home is where you hang your hat
Or, if you are Groucho Marx, where you hang your head…

Home baked
Home team

E.T. phone home?

Religion has certainly seized on it with “Homeward Bound” and
“Take me home, precious Lord, take me home.”

And then, of course, there are the smarmy sayings to hang above the mantle piece… You know the ones:

“A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.”
“A house is made of brick and stone but a home is made of love alone.”

A man’s home is his castle, and be it ever so humble…

Is where the heart is.

Ryan and Lindsey, I am glad you found your home in each other. I hope it brings you comfort in trying times, and joy in all the rest. We love you both.