Credit Give, Credit Live

Hear me out:


I don't think we (I) ever give Him enough credit for how He works and the magnitude of work He is able to accomplish. It's much like a pastry chef or maybe the equipment manager for a professional baseball team or maybe mom or dad, or the musician who spends one hour on stage but months and months and years and years of work to create a project he can call "his" and give to you, wholeheartedly as something you can call "yours".


Always give credit where credit is due but guess what, you'll NEVER correctly allocate credit, even if He is the one whom all credit is due.


Happy Sunday ya'll. Find me a church, or help me find one, or if anyone knows a group of people who meet in Philadelphia, let me know. May God bless you all more than you'll ever know.



Love, the Hendrix brand, as always,

SL

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So the other night I was reading through some Henry David Thoreau (Walden) namely "Baker Farm" and "Economy" and I remembered fondly, of being forced to read the very passage I chose to free-read on a Sunday night for the pure joy of those beautiful words. As I'm reading, I am constantly racking and re-racking my brain so I may better understand what he's getting at. He chronicles his life at Walden Pond while he questioning western progress of the mid 19th century. He amazingly weaves the struggles of fishing on a sometimes barren pond seamlessly into a discussion of the American "way" we still struggle with to this day. Thoreau asks how one can understand the Mexican American War and how funding such a war, based on mandatory taxation, should be considered unjust, especially when the fight is founded on questionable motivations (sound familiar?).

All this for what? I realized that in the spirit of modern press and media and bloggernation, that Thoreau was merely one of the worlds first "bloggers", just a bit delayed. I have similar power in that right. You have similar agency simply by reading these words. So with that, and during a year already filled with struggles and tough decisions, I figured I should take a different approach and truly try and capture my year on this here blog. Not once a day, not once an hour, not once a Tweet. Maybe once a week. It might be deep, it might be shallow, it will be funny (to me at least) and it will more than likely address something bigger than myself. Anything short of this, and I will fail in my attempt to talk life. In my attempt to connect with you. In my attempt to write my hand off to clear my stupid head, or to let someone else speak through my head.

Thanks for reading. Sorry for slacking. I'm back in tow, lets roll.

SL