Monday Morning Confessional

I confess that I learned an extremely important lesson last night: If you eat Golden Grahams with m&ms, they taste almost exactly like smores (only without the mess). Amazing. I confess that this is a revelation that is certain to change my life for the better.

I confess that Aaron Sorkin is my favorite living American writer of any genre. He’s just that good. The Newsroom is really fun to watch and I’m glad we signed up for a free 3 month trial of HBO just to watch season one.

I confess that the Olympics seem far more significant to me than other forms of athletic competition, and it’s not the nationalism that goes along with it… that part is off putting. I confess that I believe the reason the Olympic games are different from most sports in our culture is that there is very little bravado, and hardly any chest thumping. The athletes don’t seem to want to bury the competition and rub it in their face. The Olympics seem pure to me in terms of the actual games themselves. I confess that I may just be fooling myself, but it feels like a throw back to a time when competition wasn’t about winning, getting paid, getting rich or crushing the competition. The Olympic games seem more about pushing to the absolute limit, to see just how fast, far, and high one can go. It’s about doing your absolute best, and enjoying the thrill of competition without needing to win to feel like a winner. I confess that I think part of what I like is the cultural exchange. It’s possible to live peacefully with all nations. These few weeks prove it.

I confess that I think, by and large, competitive sports are doing damage to a whole generation of kids and parents who don’t know when to say when.

I confess that finishing things may not be my strong suit.

I confess that I have not been reading the news as much over the past few weeks and I feel as though I have writer’s block right now. I’m amazed at how much I have to read in order to have anything constructive to say.

I confess that I’ve been reading the actual paper, the kind you hold in your hands, more over the vacation. I usually get my news online. I confess that I’m re-learning how much more enjoyable it is to read the old school paper. The best part is the kind of news we just happen onto by accident while perusing a real newspaper. I read articles I would never click on. I confess that I’m considering instituting reading the actual old school paper as a part of my daily routine.

I confess that I have been watching Monarchy from the BBC. Season 1 & 2 are on Netflix and I’ve finished them both while working on the home improvement project. I confess that I am wondering when season 3 will be available, because I’m loving it. I confess that I can’t help thinking thatAmerica is in her adolescence right now – making the same mistakes that we all make during that time in our lives.

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  • Chris Heintzelman

    I confess that I have a very heavy heart today. Some of this is due to the fact that I spent last week in the mountains with my wife and now real life is smacking me in the face at every turn on my first day back, but most of it is pretty real.

    I confess that my two oldest sons are basically adults. It is very hard to know where to hold on and where to let go. I feel lost on this one. I fear if I hold on too tight, they will resent me and pull away harder. I fear if I let go to soon, they will run about making decisions sans wisdom. I hate that there is no way to know if I’ve made the right call until I make a call and watch the consequences play out.

    I confess that I have been body slammed at work. One of my sub-contractors that had told me that he would be on my job today and tomorrow has bailed on me. I now have to do the work myself. I confess that this is going to put me behind for some time. I confess that this frustrates me badly.

    I confess that I seem to no longer make friends easily. I don’t know when this happened. I used to be an extreme extrovert who could befriend and be befriended with both ease and speed. I have found it profoundly difficult lately to form any real and relevant friendships. I have no idea why. I confess that this can be a lonely problem.

    I confess that I have not seen a single second of the Olympics and based on my work load, it doesn’t look as though I will. This also makes me sad.

    I confess that I feel real books and newspapers are incredibly wasteful when digital options are available. I also confess that nothing feels as good as a real book in my hands. I confess that I will sometimes walk through book stores and smell the great smell of new books and just touch the spines of the books. I confess that the tactile pleasure of reading real books is in no way matched by digital alternatives. Though I haven’t read a newspaper in years, I can only imagine it is the same. I do have a very nostalgic feeling about seeing people read the paper. I can see my dad in his Lazy Boy with a paper spread out before him.

    I confess that I have a great fear that I have recently hurt someone that I don’t know well, but care for deeply. This has set off an absolute panic within me. Finding out about this was actually the first step in my slide from vacation bliss to the Real World depression. I confess that I really hate hurting people. Especially when I’m not sure what I did.

  • Elijah Heintzelman

    I confess that when i read about your smore discovery, i nearly cried.
    I confess that i have thinking a lot about homosexual equality (mainly concerning marriage) lately. I am faced with a decision on whether or not to act on what i morally believe is right and what might actually be right.
    I believe that homosexual marriage should be legalized. I confess that this is a moral conviction that i have had for quite a while. I confess that this conviction scares me because I’m fairly certain that a large number of my family (and possibly church) would outcast me in one way, or the other. My reasons for this conviction are usually started and fueled by Christians friends and family. A family member of mine once stated that homosexuals were the enemy, and because the Bible tells is to pray for our enemies, she prayed for them anyway. I confess that although i totally agree with her (minus the enemy part), i couldn’t figure out how she could think gays are the “enemy”. I know they are obviously sinners, but so is every other human being. It Is just easier to visibly see a gay person sinning, than it is a straight person. I confess that i have been giving serious thought into actually helping instead of just bitching about how i think it should be, but there are still obstacles that my mind has not leaped yet.
    I confess that although i would love it if homosexual marriage was legal, there are biblical walks that I’m still thinking about. If homosexual marriage was aloud, we as Christians would be letting gays continue to live in sin. Although it’s not like we don’t live in sin every day, i still believe we are supposed to help defeat that sin. This might be a little difficult if gay marriages are legalized. I confess that the whole thing had been kicking my ass right now, and i still don’t know what should do. I confess that i will probably be giving it much thought and prayer until i do.

  • Sonnet Conover

    I confess, I’m late, as usual.

    I confess that one of the reasons I want to get married is because it’s embarrassing to be someone’s girlfriend for 6 years when you’re over 30. But I don’t think I could ever tell my boyfriend that.

    I confess I think it’s amazing that there are Christians out there really accepting the Gay community the way they deserve to be accepted. So many use the Bible as a way to justify hate. Hey, I hate people like crazy but for their terrible choices that affect everyone but themselves. Use your blinker, people!! If God made everyone in His image shouldn’t we honor his creations? My daughter didn’t choose her brown skin and some may hate her for it but I KNOW God loves her just the way she is.

    I confess that if I didn’t have to take it off everyday, I would always wear make-up. But don’t tell my sister. She thinks it’s a lifestyle decision.

    I confess that I think my neighbors are crazy. The wife #1 really thought she might get raptured and #2 thinks the underground bunker our other neighbor is digging is a lifesaving idea. But I like her anyway. She’s nice. And I’m not sure I’ve ever met someone who didn’t consider me to be crazy. I don’t feel crazy but I think I probably come off that way.

    I confess that I am a mediocre pianist, crocheter, housekeeper, laundress, and gardener. But I’m exceptionally good at vocabulary, baking, teaching, and drinking coffee with a book in my hand.

    Have an AWESOME week everybody!