The Minor Prophet

How I Quit Caring About Evangelical Christianity

2012-01-25T12:42:00.000-05:00

Storm's a-brewin'...

Something changed. My nights are filled with different things. The "blog" tab in my Safari browser remains un-tabbed. My History folder is filled with Tumbr and email accounts. But nary a blog can be found most of the time. Google Reader is good enough for 90% of the things I'm looking at, all checked off my list in about 10 minutes of viewing.

Prior to the summer, I read a lot of blogs, I participated in discussions, and I was interested in what was going on with the Christian Evangelical world. I read great blogs like Modern Reject and Rachel Held Evans. With one foot still in the Evangelical world, I saw the storms brewing and I wanted to learn about them, I wanted to debate them, I wanted to add to the noise and the the moments of brilliance. I wanted to watch that storm brew and then break hell all over the earth. Who doesn't love a good storm?

But over the summer, something changed. I could blame it on the lack of time with my new job, or my new marriage, but I don't think that's it. I just quit caring. The world of Evangelical Protestant Christianity just suddenly became not on my radar anymore. I look at Modern Reject and Evans' blog and just don't feel the desire for the same topics anymore. They're good blogs. They've got cool stuff. It's just like I'm staring at something in Chinese now.

What happened? Some sort of switch was flipped. Was it my baptism? Is it God telling me to focus on other things? Is is lack of time?

I don't know what's going on, but things I used to read about and be interested in just seem empty to me. I know that there is much good work--socially, theologically, psychologically, and spiritually--to still be done in Evangelical Christianity. Lots of good stuff going on. But it doesn't swing for me anymore. The fire's out.

I don't have answers, and may never have them. Perhaps they'll come in time. For now, I observe the change, and wonder what it means for me. It's a strange new world I'm now living in, full of Saints and holy things and the mysteries of God. It's a joyous and a frightening place. But it's a place I've now come to know as "home." I'm happy to be home, and the storms that rage outside my house just don't seem to worry me anymore. And maybe that's a good thing.

Blessings,
Josh

Lenten Fast! Come join the discussion!

2012-01-16T13:36:00.000-05:00

I'm putting together a G+ page, a Twitter account, and posts on my blog during the Lent season to gather resources, information, helps, suggestions, stories, pictures, or whatever.

If you're Protestant, Catholic, or Orthodox, you're welcome! If you're going to practice some form of Lenten Fast this year, then come on by!

Google+: https://plus.google.com/100717374051583092980
Twitter: @LentenFast

Join the discussion!
The page isn't quite live yet, but it will be as we approach Lent. Add it now, and spread the word! :)
Thanks y'all.

Blessings,
Josh

Merry Christmas Everyone!

2011-12-25T08:33:00.000-05:00

Here in Michigan, celebrating Christmas with Nicole and my family in the snow and low light. It's lovely to be back again, to see friends, to relax in what to me seems like a normal way, and to be away from the craziness of the UAE for a while.

We've spent time at churches, going up to the monks in Eagle River for a few services (5:30pm on Friday, and then 5am on Saturday!), and last night attended the 7pm service at my old church, Grace United Methodist Church. It's been a great time of preparation and celebration.

And now my Nativity fast is over! Here comes the dairy and meat again! :)

I'll leave you with this, a profound statement about the birth of the Savior that I find compelling every Christmas season:

A strange and most wonderful mystery do I see: the cave is heaven; the Virgin the throne of the cherubim; the manger a room, in which Christ, the God whom nothing can contain, is laid. Him do we praise and magnify.

The Lord has sent redemption unto his people. Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Blessings and Peace,
Josh

"Pray for your enemies..."

2011-11-19T04:17:00.001-05:00

I realize that all this time, as I've been praying in psalms and hymns for my enemies, I have also been praying for myself.

blessings,
Josh

Hey Jude!

2011-11-18T00:10:00.001-05:00

We saw Paul McCartney in concert this week. My life is now complete.

Regards,
Josh

Fear of the Real

2011-11-10T02:30:00.001-05:00

"It is when the individual's faith is weak, not when it is strong, that he will be afraid of an honest representation of life."

--Flannery O'Connor

I'm working on my new novel for NaNoWriMo, the November novel-writing competition. You may remember I did it last year and completed my first book. I'm working at it again, and am "behind" the goal that I should be at, but I'm hoping things will pick up soon.

Anyway, I've come to a bit of a stuck point in my book. I know what I want to write, but I'm afraid to write it. I'm afraid to write it because it's shocking, and, let's be honest, I'm afraid that my writing will reflect poorly on myself.

Silly, I know, for someone who teaches writing in school, for someone who really wants to make the writing thing work in his life. Yet there it is.

I'm afraid to be real.

The same problem that I'm having writing is the same problem I've had with this blog, the same problem I've had in my personal journals. That my demons, the dark ideas or sins or even the things I think of that don't have anything to do with me, will be exposed for everyone to see, and that makes me nervous.

This summer I had my first confession. Before getting baptized into the Orthodox Church, I had confession with Father Greg. The first confession of my life. I was hot, I was sweaty, and my voice shook. Yet I lived though it, and another a few weeks later, and in the long run I welcome it. It was a weight lifted off my shoulders. It was a time to let someone else know my sins, and to get support from them and a reminder that God is good and He forgives.

Writing is a sort of confession, even fiction writing. I'm sure the best fiction writers would agree, and it's hard not to read some of the greats, like Hemingway or Dostoevsky, and not see their own personal struggles and flaws in the stories they tell. Was it hard for them to be so honest about bad people, and nasty subjects? Or does it get easier the more you write?

Oh, I've tried to change things around in the book to make it more palatable, to make things more accepting. But my inner Flannery O'Connor, my inner critic, my inner Mr. Josh Teacher is shouting "NO! Don't do it! Be honest!" And I keep coming back to the bare fact that I have to write things that I find uncomfortable. Why? Because it's the honest thing to do.

Our sins are real, our joys are real, and it's my job as a writer to tell that truth. It's a made-up truth to some extent, as I'm creating these stories out of the air, but the elements are true: that humanity is broken, that we have Grace to save us, that some of us fail and some of us don't. Life is both beautiful and hard. I have faith in that, but I must express that faith in my writing, as Flannery would advise. So:

Back to the writing.

blessings,
Josh

TMP Blog has a Google+ Page!

2011-11-07T22:49:00.000-05:00

New Google+ page for The Minor Prophet blog!

Come join in discussions, leave your opinion, bring up topics for consideration. Come join us! Just click on the button below to get started! :)

Why do this, you might ask?
Well, for one, I'm not writing much on the blog anymore. Why? Lots of reasons, but one of them is that I just don't feel the need to share my thoughts as I once did. After converting this summer, something inside of me just seems to be saying, "Be quiet. Listen. Think." Is it me, or God, or writer's block or something telling me this? No clue, but I'm listening to it. So I publish when I get struck with inspiration.

I'd like to expand the TMP blog as well by perhaps creating conversations in other locations, such as this new G+ page. We can have discussions, you can ask questions, I can ask questions, we can all try to work out this life of faith and the world around us together. Will you join the discussion? Will you let your questions and knowledge be shared?

Come and join us!

TMP Blog

on Google+

Beautiful and Beautiful

2011-11-06T07:14:00.001-05:00

One of the most beautiful things you'll hear.

Turn up the sound, maybe put in some headphones. You'll thank me later.

Here's the actual video for the song, but YouTube doesn't allow me to embed it here. Check it out:
http://youtu.be/lOgQyIMX_XU

Blessings,
Josh

Creativity Unleashed: RIP Steve Jobs

2011-10-08T02:28:00.000-04:00

(Photo credit: Johnathan Mak)

As you all know, Steve Jobs, co-founder of Apple computers, died just a few days ago.

The web is swarming with grief, sympathy, re-blogs and re-tweets of his quotes and stories, pictures, you name it. People around the world have felt an acute loss with the death of this very influential and very rich public figure.

While I don't really know all that much about the man personally, I know he changed the way people saw "the possible." I know he was sometimes a jerk. I know his employees loved him dearly.

All I can speak for is the products and how they've changed me in a small way. Since buying my first iPhone and Mac a few years ago, things are not what they once were.

The biggest impact on my life has been in my creativity. I'm not really an artistic guy, not all that talented at anything. But my Mac and my phone (and iPad) have given me tools to expand and be creative in ways that I never had the chance to be before. I've had chances to fulfill dreams I've had, to play with movie editing, photography, music, writing.

I've always wanted to write music, but never really had the ability to create it on my own. With my Apple toys, I'm now able to explore that part of myself, grow it slowly, and discover what I can do. I've written a lot of music now--mostly crap--but this computer has given me the ability to do so in an easy, intuitive, and fun fashion. Could I have done is all on a Windows PC? I'm sure I could have, but something about the Mac made it more appealing, more fun.

I've always wanted to write, to follow that dream. Something about writing and working on my MacBook Pro just feels good. To the click of the keys, the way the screen looks and shines at me, the way the writing program is set up to utilize the best that my Mac has to offer. It all works together in a seamless flow, helping the writing process to be an easier thing for me. I wrote my first novel last year on my computer and my iPad, a huge accomplishment and dream for me. Could I have done this on a Windows PC? Of course. But something here is more exciting than a normal PC.

My photography "skills" were started with a film-camera that I bought years ago. I dabbled here and there with some varied results. However, having the ease and good-quality of the iPhone camera helped make it more a part of my life. The apps I've downloaded have helped me create some great pictures that I'll treasure for the rest of my life. My phone with my apps have shown me ways to be creative that I didn't know were immediately possible before.

I love film and movies. With iMovie, I've had a wonderful time making movie trailers for work and friends, experimenting with my own video editing and filming, trying new things that I've seen on the cinema screens all my life. It's a time consuming task, but it's a complete blast. And I know I wouldn't have had as much fun doing it with Windows Movie Maker as I've had on my Mac.

Steve Jobs wasn't a god. He was just a very lucky, determined, influential, and dedicated man with big ideas. He made it happen. I know that his legacy will live on in people like me, who have edited and created their first movie on a Mac, who have put together their first photography collection and turned it into a book through iPhoto, who have recorded and released their first record using a Mac and GarageBand.

By his products, he has helped me to become more of the creative person I've always wanted to be. For that, I say thank you Mr. Jobs. Rest in peace.

blessings,
Josh

Sheep and Goats

2011-10-04T08:59:00.000-04:00

Some people once came to a hermit in the Thebaid to ask him to cure a demoniac whom they brought with them. After the hermit had been asked to do this for some time, he said to the demon, 'Go out of God's creature.' The demon answered, 'I will, but first let me ask you a question; tell me, who are the goats and who are the sheep?' The hermit said, 'The goats are people like myself; who the sheep are, God alone knows.' The demon shouted aloud at the words, crying, 'Look here, I am going out because of your humility,' and he went out at that moment (The Desert Fathers, p.164, #65).

The story strikes me; the story cuts me. For so many years, I felt that I had to be a part of something that separated people into goats and sheep: those that would inherit the Kingdom of Heaven, and those that would not. It never felt like a useful exercise, but it seemed that if I was to be a part of the Church, it was something I would have to do.

People complain about the church--I know my dad being one of them--because of it's exclusionary stances. And I find this understandable. For an organization to make requirements for entry, it's obvious that those that do not meet those requirements do not gain admittance. You're either in, or you're out.

But I'm learning a new paradigm. I'm learning, and the story above from the Desert Fathers reminds me, that it's not an "in or out" organization. The Church is alive, it is not man-made, it is God-made. I am one of the goats: those that don't make it. I could never do enough or the right things to ever make it "in." Thank God, He lets me in anyway. It is only by His grace that I'm allowed.

I don't know who the sheep are. I don't know who the other goats are. I know I'm a goat, and I'm getting treated like a sheep. I used to care about splitting people up, knowing who was in and who was out. I'm starting to care less about that. I'm just happy to be able to sit at this glorious table.

blessings,
Josh

Home for the Holidays!

2011-10-03T11:44:00.001-04:00

Good news! Nicole and I just booked our flight home for the Christmas holidays. We'll be home for just over two weeks, up in the snowy Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

We'll have a Christmas filled with snow and cold, candle lights during Vespers services in the Keweenaw and at the Orthodox Church in town, sleeping in late, shoveling, skiing, the works.

It's going to be wonderful.

Last year, Nicole and I got the privilege of celebrating Christmas in France...in the snow, in a small hut. It felt so much more like Christmas when it wasn't in the sunny comfortable climes of Abu Dhabi. We're hoping to repeat some of that wonder and specialness that we felt last year.

The countdown begins...just a few months until we're there!

blessings,
Josh

New Look is LIVE

2011-10-01T11:56:00.000-04:00

The TMP blog, as most other Blogger blogs, how has a new way to view the content. On your mobile phone/iPad, it should look pretty good. And on your computer, it looks a lot different than before.

To change the way you view TMP blog, you can click the drop-down menu in the top left (it says "Classic" now, I believe) and choose something else. Experiment, change it up, see what you like. :)

It's that simple!

Then, if you see a post you like, hit the +1 button, or the "Tweet" or "Like" button to share it on your favorite (or default) social network.

It's that simple!

See you on the 'Net...

blessings,
Josh

Dropped off the Planet

2011-09-15T22:45:00.000-04:00

I feel as if I've dropped off the planet. Sometime between taking a bit of a break in the summer and starting back up here in Abu Dhabi, my priorities have changed. I barely think of Twitter anymore; I've barely blogged.

Why the change?

A few reasons for it all. Part of it has to do with being busy. Now that I'm back to teaching, I've got less time, and my nights busier than they used to be. So there's not as much time in the day for me to get out blogs and tweets as I used to have.

But that's only part of it.

The other reason is that after my baptism this summer, things have changed somewhat in my thinking. I no longer feel that I have much to say, and as regularly, as I used to. I'm sitting back more and listening, trying to focus on the Church, learning about Her, working on my own spiritual life. I find I have nothing to say most of the time. It's not writer's block, but that my whole orientation has seemed to have shifted.

Before, when I hardly wrote on the blog, I always felt guilty. When I started posting regularly, I knew I was doing what I was supposed to be doing. And now, I still feel like I'm doing what I'm supposed to be, and that doesn't involve writing on the blog every week.

So I'm alive, though you haven't seen me much on here or Twitter or even Facebook. I'm around, learning, watching, and I'll be sure to poke my head up now and then to see what's going on. Thank all you wonderful people for coming by and reading this little blog, and leaving the comments you do. It's so nice to know there are others out there that might benefit from my goofy thoughts. But, to paraphrase the old saying, "The good stuff was God's, the errors were mine."

Blessings and peace,
Josh

New, New, New

2011-09-04T14:26:00.001-04:00

Tomorrow starts a new big chapter. I'll be back to classroom teaching for the first time in 2.5 years. I've been at work for the past few weeks preparing, getting to know my new school and staff, generally trying to calm my nerves and get ready for what awaits. Countless times looking through the text books, looking through the class syllabi, looking through my planning again and again.

I have trepidation about it, as I suppose all normal people would have. On the one hand, I'm worried that I won't be good, that I'll not create great lessons, stuff like that. But on the other hand, I know things will go fine. I'm always nervous on the first day of school.

But it's new. And that adds to it all: I'm at a new school, with new and different expectations and rules, new students I've never met before. New, new, new.

And, it's a new situation where I need to work out how my faith fits into how and why I teach. Because of my faith, I want to know how Jesus feels about the students, and how what I am doing each day in class can serve them in the best possible way, in the way that Christ Himself would serve them if He were their teacher. There is no higher task, I would think.

Sounds lofty, doesn't it? But on paper, all is fine. Sounds good here on the blog, but very little of my time is spent thinking about these things in reality. I can speak a good game when talking here online, but in my real life, is Christ making up my thoughts and directing my day? Hardly.

I'm not worried about it; maybe I should be. I've spent too much time in my life worrying that I was or was not experiencing my faith in the correct way. Luckily, in the past few years, I've let go of the old way of thinking about my faith and started to let it reform in a new way. In a way that is more organic, more natural, more in tune to what the Spirit is doing in my life.

I work (not enough) for my salvation, I don't forgive as I should, my life is covered in sins. But I have a hope and assurance that I didn't have before, rooted in the goodness of God and my hope that he is making me--myself!--new, just as creation, love, life, hope are all made new in Him.

Because in the end of the day, I can not make anything new. I can see changes coming and do my best with them. I can see my new students, my new school, my new life here. But I can also understand that it is also I myself that am part of that newness. We are all groaning with creation to see our redemption, we are all on a path towards something.

I can only hope that as I start this new school year, I can help my students along the path that we take together--of love, true learning, guidance, and peace.

Blessings,
Josh

My Sins Run Out Behind Me

2011-08-29T09:39:00.000-04:00

St. Moses the Black, or St. Moses the Ethiopian, is was wild fellow. He lived quite the life, according to THIS story and THIS story (careful, 2nd story is full of profanities).

I've read something recently that keeps sticking in my brain. And the thing about Moses is that he's got a lot of great stories that are told about him. One of my favorites is how he disguised himself as a homeless guy and slandered his own name to keep from having to meet an important official that wanted to see him.

Here's the story that has gotten stuck in my head:

Once the Fathers in Scete asked Moses to come to an assembly to judge the fault of a certain brother, but he refused. When they insisted, he took a basket which had a hole in it, filled it with sand, and carried it on his shoulders. When the Fathers saw him coming they asked him what the basket might mean. He answered, "My sins run out behind me, and I do not see them, and I am come this day to judge failings which are not mine."

I think that that is an amazing attitude.

So my question to myself is: how can I adopt that view? How can I be more like Moses?

blessings,
Josh

Weekend Meditation (August 13, 2011): Sleepy!

2011-08-13T12:58:00.000-04:00

Tomorrow I leave to go back to the UAE. I'll start my new job on Tuesday. So in the next day or two, I'll be a bit like this kitten: tired, but still standing up. I'll be back up and running in a few days...so until then...

Enjoy the weekend and start of the week!

Blessings,
Josh

Religious People are Nerds

2011-08-12T08:50:00.003-04:00

Video for some reason isn't allowing for embedding...so follow this link HERE.

Found via: Jesus Needs New PR

Are you a nerd? What are you nerdy about?

blessings,
Josh

Monday Wake-Up: Black Coffee

2011-08-08T08:35:00.003-04:00

I'm about to have a cup myself! Enjoy!

Blessings,
Josh

Weekend Meditation (August 6, 2011): Baptism Song

2011-08-06T09:12:00.000-04:00

Galatians 3:27
For as many as have been baptized unto Christ, have put on Christ.

Hallelujah!

blessings,
Josh

Conspiracy and Armageddon!

2011-08-04T14:36:00.000-04:00

I'm back for summer in the US, and it's been pretty hot. Not UAE hot, but I've sweated a few times. But despite the heat, I know it's hard for people that don't have a way to cope, or are living in tough parts of the world to begin with.

Yet, I never expected to find out that I think we've all lost our minds. Collectively, humanity has jumped into the deep end of the pool with no floaties on our arms. And I think we might have pee'd in the pool a little bit too. Here's why:

Of Babies and Baptism: A Lament in Two Acts

2011-08-03T15:25:00.000-04:00

FROM THE ARCHIVES:
I published this in August of 2008. It is now August 2011, and I have just had my own baptism into the Orthodox Church. My niece, Lana, is now 1 year old. Things have really turned around from when this post was written. I thought it would be an apt thing to re-post.

for Sara

Part 1: Water and Air
The Bishop's vestments blew in the wind, as he faced West and asked the baby's Godparents if they renounced Satan. It was in Slavonic, but I could understand what they were doing.

"Do you renounce Satan and all his works?"
"I do renounce him."
"Do you renounce Satan and all his works?"
"I do renounce him."
"Do you renounce Satan and all is works?"
"I do renounce him."

This is my first exorcism. It is a part of the Orthodox sacrament of Baptism, and the baby and the Godparents need to make sure they are free of the Devil before they enter the church. Since there is no narthex proper in this small, northern Mission, they stand on the front steps, facing West. When they are done, they will face East to enter the sanctuary and the presence of Christ. The sky is deep blue, and a strong wind is blowing.

To bless the child, the Bishop blows, and later spits, on the baby, much as Christ did when healing the blind. I'm struck by how earthy the ceremony is. The sounds of Slavonic pass through the winds of Atlantic Mine, MI, I smell incense and fresh flowers inside the church, the Bishop uses spit and breath, and we will dunk the child in water. We will cross ourselves, bow, and they will walk around the baptismal font. This is not religion of the mind only, but of the whole body.

When the exorcism is done, they bless the baby and fill the baby with Christ.
"Do you accept on Christ as your Savior?"
"I do accept Him."
"Do you accept Christ as your Savior?"
"I do accept Him."
"Do you accept Christ as your Savior?"
"I do accept Him."

The baby starts to cry, and will continue to do so throughout the whole of the hour-long ceremony. Brothers and aunts and uncles and parents crowd around, trying to make funny faces to make the baby smile and laugh. It doesn't work. When she's dunked three times in the baptismal font, she comes out looking plainly confused about what just happened, and then starts crying again. Even crying, she looks beautiful in her brand-new white Baptism gown and bonnet.

At the end, the Bishop announces in English, "We have a new Christian in our midst!" People smile, some are crying, and she is handed over to her parents. She will take her first communion Sunday morning at Divine Liturgy.

Although I'm not Orthodox, I know the truth: I, along with everyone here, have a new sister.

Part 2: Blood and Fire
I got a phone call soon after the Baptism ceremony. It was my sister. I had just seen her a few days ago in Minnesota with her husband Ryan. They were up for a visit to see people, and there was also a scheduled surprise baby shower for Sara, as she announced quite recently that she was pregnant.

It came slowly, the realization that my little sister was going to have a baby. With Amy and I split up, would she ever get to meet Amy? What would I be like as an uncle? Would my parents really become GRANDparents? Weird stuff. It finally hit me, and almost surprised me, when I saw the gifts at the baby shower. Baskets, toys, books, all geared towards the new baby. We didn't know the sex yet, so we called it "she/he" or "it" or all sorts of other goofy names.

When Sara called yesterday and said, "I have bad news," I had a feeling I knew what it was. She never calls with bad news.

Sara just found out she lost the baby. It's still unclear as to what happened, even how long ago, but the blood and pain that appeared was the first sign that something was amiss. She explains it on her blog.

Of course, I don't know what to do. I pray for her and Ryan, and will just try to be here for her. Words are sort of empty now, so I will just try to be for her. I hope that will be enough. I am not sad for myself, that I won't be an uncle yet, I barely was understanding that idea anyway. But I am sad, of course, for Sara and Ryan, and for my parents and family, and Ryan's parents and family. The blessing, if there is one, is that it happened early, and not later in the pregnancy, and that it looks like Sara wasn't actually pregnant for that long. But let her explain that in her blog.

I only know that God is good, and the closer we are to him, the better it goes for us all.

Epilogue:
Last night, I visited the monks up at what most people know as the Jampot, in Eagle River. They work and worship at the Holy Transfiguration Skete. I visited them for their vespers service, and I thought of Sara, and the baptized baby, as we sang this, with our hands lifted:

"Let my prayer rise like incense before you.
The lifting of my hands, as the evening offering."

Incense wafted around the room as Father Nicolas incensed the saints and visitors. I don't know if God heard my prayer, but I hope He did. I hope He heard the prayer for my new sister in Christ, my sister and brother-in-law, and for their pain.

Ours is a religion of the earth, of humanity, of the divine. We worship with spit, blood, bread, wine, water, air, skin, and tears. We know a God who died for us, and who created the world. The blood is around us at all the times, the good Blood of the Savior, and the bad blood of death. We cry wet tears of pain, but are renewed in Baptism. The air in our lungs is sin-infested, but the Spirit of God is sinless. We burn candles and incense, we build churches, and we hug and kiss each other. I think I saw more of the church in one day than I've seen in the whole of many years.

Blessings and peace,
Josh

I'm Back!

2011-07-29T19:59:00.002-04:00

My computer is back up and running, finally. Good to be back online. Anyway, I'm away this weekend for:
1. Family reunion
2. Baptism into the Orthodox Church
3. Visiting best friend in Ann Arbor

I'll be back on Monday or Tuesday with the normal blog. I hope all is well out there in bloggy-land with everyone! See you soon!

Blessings,
Josh

Crash and Burn

2011-07-20T19:26:00.001-04:00

So today was a fun day. Had a blog about 1/2 done, written in my iPad, ready for some tweaking using my Mac. Then I tried to install Apple's new operating system, Lion. I didn't check my disk for errors first, as now I realize I should have. I have Lion now, but can't install it on my computer because of a disk error, and I can't access the desktop either.

The solution? Use my startup disk to boot the thing back up. The problem? I'm in Michigan and my disk is in the UAE.

I've got a solution coming, but it won't happen until Friday. So, this is to say sorry for the lack of posts this week. Things *should* be back to normal this weekend or next week. Ensha'allah.

Have a great rest of the week, everyone!

Blessings,
Josh

Monday Wake-Up: Let the Eagle Soar

2011-07-18T06:39:00.002-04:00

You're welcome.

Blessings,
Josh

Weekend Meditation (July 16, 2011): Home to the Keweenaw

2011-07-15T18:35:00.000-04:00

Last night I arrived back home to the United States with Nicole. We got in late, are still a bit jet lagged today, but happy to be here. Now it's time to enjoy the great weather, water, green plants, and friends and family. The video above is a bit goofy, but it's my home area! Check it out to see all the pretty pretty.

What are you doing this summer? Going anywhere? Seeing anyone?

Have a great weekend!

blessings,
Josh