I confess that I took an impromptu week off from blogging last week. It was a family vacation week anyway – a quick trip to Western Kansas to see my family, then a trip to Disney with my wife’s side of the family – but I had a blogging schedule for each day and planned to keep things up to date. On the heels of the flap over the N.T. Wright book, it felt like I should just leave the blog alone until we got home. I’m still not sure how I feel about it all after a week. I didn’t turn my computer on from last Tuesday until this morning – pretty much a new record for me – and didn’t look at Twitter or Facebook. I’m back in town today and getting ready to crank my life back up to speed, but it was a great week of giving my family every waking hour. I’m so glad to be roped up with these four people …amazing each and all.
I confess that I also refrained from reading the news or reading books – at least for the most part. I read the NYTimes headlines once or twice, but didn’t even take a book out of my bag until early this morning. Over that time I kept thinking of the Enneagram advice for the 3-Type: doing nothing makes no sense to your achiever-side, but it makes great sense to your soul. I trusted in the wisdom of that statement during this past week.
I used to be able to ride roller coasters all day long and keep on coming back for more. I confess that those days now seem to be over. I wasn’t even riding the crazy stuff, and by day three of the theme park scene my head felt like a washing machine. However, I have to confess that I think that there are few things more exhilarating in life than watching your children summon their own courage – even if it is for something silly like trying an amusement park ride that is a bit of a stretch. I learned a few new things about their personalities by watching them in that environment. The week was deep-down good for us as a family.
I confess that my kids apparently know all of the words to Thrift Shop and about a dozen other pop songs by people I’ve never even heard of. Driving them around for the past week has made me a bit unnerved about the music they will grow up with here in the 21st century. Where’s Bob Dylan when you need him? I confess that I’m trying to expose them to as much of the good stuff as I can. For me that means the Beatles, old R&B like S. Wonder & Motown, as much alt-country and roots rock as possible – Bruce, Petty, Wilco, Sheryl, Cash and others. I just want them to know what eloquent songwriting is. Still I get the feeling that it doesn’t matter. The soundtrack to their adolescence will be Will.i.am and Justins Bieber & Timberlake. I guess it could be much worse. Here’s hoping that they will survive this the way I survived hair bands.
I confess that I’m praying for my friend Morgan who is part of our church. Morgan is a High School senior is having pretty extensive back surgery today. If you have a moment please pray for her.
I confess that I’m writing today’s confessional from a Surgery center where my wife is having surgery for malignant Melanoma. I’m thankful that they caught it early before it could become a huge problem. Hoping that all of the lab work confirms it was confined to the skin & hasn’t traveled elsewhere.