Jesus isn't.

Jesus isn't a t-shirt. Jesus isn't a bank machine. Jesus isn't a self help book, a fashion statement or a magic wand. Jesus isn't a book shelf full of books. Jesus isn't a 'get out of jail free' card. Jesus isn't square or boring. Jesus isn't Indiana Jones or Luke Skywalker. Jesus isn't holistic, organic or psychedelic. Jesus isn't your yoga instructor. Jesus isn't your ticket to the front of any line. Jesus isn't 'good seats' or a backstage pass. Jesus isn't santa claus, the easter bunny or a thanksgiving turkey. Jesus isn't winning the lottery. Jesus isn't a rockstar, a guitar solo or an exercise in scripture memorization. Jesus isn't C.S. Lewis, T.D. Jakes or Max Lucado. Jesus isn't a painting by Bosch, or a film by Mel Gibson. Jesus isn't a follower. Jesus isn't a gang member. Jesus isn't a mob boss. Jesus isn't your rich uncle. Jesus is not you. Jesus is not a chorus or a drum beat. Jesus is not a wristband, low cut chux or a faux-hawk. Jesus is not a stripe on your shoulder. Jesus isn't a building or a meeting or the person speaking. Jesus isn't in the collection plate. Jesus isn't a college degree, certificate or diploma. Jesus isn't a tree, a river or the sun. Jesus is not an astrological sign. Jesus is not a credit card. Jesus is not your pet. Jesus is not an excuse to travel. Jesus isn't excess or immunity. Jesus isn't a cop. Jesus isn't an application. Jesus isn't taking a nap right now. Jesus isn't dead or on vacation. Jesus isn't a set of rules. Jesus isn't co-dependent, bi-polar or manic depressive. Jesus isn't a prescription drug. Jesus isn't a seminar. Jesus isn't unaware of who you are. Jesus isn't a beard and a pair of sandles. Jesus isn't a chunk of bread and he's not a shot of cranberry juice. Jesus isn't a catchphrase. Jesus isn't a place you arrive at or get to. Jesus isn't something you work for or earn. Jesus isn't a club for cool people. Jesus isn't a tie or a nice banana republic stretch shirt. Jesus isn't a brand name or a corporate logo. Jesus isn't a talent scout and no, believe it or not Jesus is not your homeboy. Jesus isn't understood by you more then the next person. Jesus isn't a hiding spot.

Simple.

Simple. What is it? Where did it go? A telephone used to be a telephone. I remember when I was in primary school I had a pen pal named Margaret. I think she was from Russia or Romania. I used to write her letters on real paper with a real pencil. I remember how amazing it was to pull a small envelope out of the mail box and hold it in my hands. I remember being perplexed at how that little envelope travelled from the other side of the world just to find me. I remember when pizza didn't come with salad dressing, just pepperoni. I remember when you would have to physically meet up with friends in order to spend time with them. Where did simplicity go? What happened to the way things were? Did we need to change?

I remember when people used to sit by the water, watch the water, and listen to the water, instead of wondering what a picture of the water would look like posted. "Technology saves time." Not in my life it doesn't. I find it is always interrupting me. I find little technological insects biting my legs and neck whenever something real is about to happen. Perhaps you are having a one on one with a close friend, asking advice on a real meaningful life issue when their "Beverly Hillbillies" ringtone goes off. I love that one. Makes me feel special. Whatever happened to just loving eachother? I mean I know we love eachother, but when did it become a course? When did it become a "How To Book"? When did loving someone become conditional? I remember when Christmas was figuring out how not to eat turnip and that was it. Everything else was simple. I remember when camping was a wiener on a coat hanger. I remember when it didn't have to have blinking lights. I remember when it didn't have to come in 19 different colors. I remember when a toaster would last for 25 years because there wasn't a pie chart and a consumer timeline connected to it. I remember when ten or eleven kids in my neighbourhood would get together and play all evening long with nothing but a tennis ball. I remember when a date was more about the girl than the restaurant. I remember when Nike didn't make hockey equipment. I remember when movies told good stories. I remember simple. I remember road hockey and swinging from a tire. I remember when summer felt like a year or two. Simple is still alive ya know. She's just not as easy to find anymore. She doesn't have a webpage or an e-mail address. You can't text her or fax her your schedule, but she's around. I spoke with her the other day just lying in bed. I found her briefly underneath the water at the lake the other day too. She showed up as i had ice cream with Candice a few weeks back, and right now I think I see her pushing leaves around out by the garden. Simplicity lives in the gospels and my friends daughter as she plays with dirt in the garden. Simple's around. Go find her, she's got stuff to tell you.

Look over to the right near the bottom.

My first real post is over to the right near the bottom. I think it is called "I don't know what I am doing." No doubt this sentiment is supported by this post here.

Wanna see if this works.

Does this work?