Lucky Number Thirt3en

Last night I slept 13 hours.
Today I started 13 games on Words With Friends.
If you reverse the numerals in tomorrow's date, it's the 13th!

I really have nothing significant to say. Which might to infer, then, that the other times I blog I'm saying something of value or worth. In fact, I'm not implying any such self-inflating nonsense. Rather, I feel the need to record some thoughts while hoping that no one take me too seriously.

1) I realized that I have selective faith. I was talking with a Christian co-worker today about the absurdity of some hypothetical situation and posited that, "it would be like some hobo stealing my wallet and me saying, 'Oh, go ahead an take my smart phone, too. And while you're at it, here's my coat!'" Suddenly I realized how much that SHOULD be the reality of my life. Could Matthew 5:38-48 be any more practically applied in the contemporary world?! I doubt it. But I heard myself considering the biblical road with incredulity in my voice. It scared me a lot to think that, even as I typically possess great confidence in my own knowledge of scripture and what it requires of me, I so easily forget how --or even THAT-- it affects my day to day living.

God spits out lukewarm. Revelation 3 is not unclear about how he feels about it. It's like a Go Big or Go Home mentality on living in obedience, which, HELLO! is how the whole Bible describes it. Even Bob Dylan had it figured out--You Gotta Serve Somebody. Scratch that. it IS a go big or go home LIFESTYLE, not just a mentality.

Last Wednesday, I was transferring my Kaladi Brother's Alaska Vanilla Chai from the cup it came in into my Starbucks travel mug so it would stay warmer longer. Sharine had no faith in my ability to pour it safely from the one vessel into the other. I knew that if I held the lower lip of the cup about an inch above the travel mug and quickly tipped it and poured steadily without hesitation, not a drop would be spilled. I was right.I learned that one through a combination of spilling experiences and my fire-eating Uncle Rick's advice that you just have to go for it or get burned, I knew I couldn't try to play it safe while pouring; that I couldn't take it slow and try to sneak the hot beverage in. Some would dribble down the side of the cup, then a bunch would gurgle and pop over the entire travel mug and spill down the other side, too. i KNOW I'm not the only person with this experientially acquired knowledge.

But I also know that I am one of many who try to take that approach to Christianity when we all, without exception, should be putting ourselves in the right position, going for it without hesitation and confidently knowing the outcome will be successful.