Shiny Happy New

"I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness. 1 John 12:46

What can be accomplished if we bow our heads, bend our knees, and confess that He is the Lord of Lords? I am convinced when I dwell on earthly matters, discuss material worth, question my popular status, or worry for the unknown future, I am back stepping away from my faith and out of the light.

This morning, my Egyptian pastor described the mid day sunshine in the Middle East. He depicted a blinding bright light that shone the span of the horizon and impossible to escape. Then he went on the explain the three hours of midnight darkness that came over Calvary when the soldiers crucified Jesus.

Darkness which Webster defines as the absence of light is used throughout The Bible to describe the day of judgement and is a metaphor of a future for those without salvation.

The worship leader whispered the mindful lyrics, "May I never the wonder, The wonder of the cross. May I see it like the first time standing as a sinner lost." And I fixed my eyes.

Walking in my rubbers through barely undisturbed snowfall in northern Central Park past tourists rifling finely packed ice bombs off Belvedere Castle, I squinted at the glaring light of the stark white landscape. Snowmen all shapes and sizes scattered The Great Lawn and laughing parent's ran after runaway sleds. A hawk flew over Strawberry Fields strewn with roses and geese walked delicately across the frozen pond. The sun quietly dropped to my right and reflected off the Brilliant Plaza Hotel. A rich warm bass tone from a distant cello rose up as the temperature quickly sank and I rushed by the barren forsythia bush to the safety of the subway steps.

It dawned on me, my glowing New York praise was a victim of seasonal affective disorder. I have let January and February's cold climate and short days hinder my vision of the gleaming glory of the city I dreamed about and fled to just over 400 days ago.

I've been in the shadow and lost the wonder of Manhattan.

"For it is light that makes everything visible. This is why it is said: "Wake up, O sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you." Ephesians 5:14

Who is ready for spring solstice?

Destruction Decreed

"See, the LORD is going to lay waste the earth and devastate it; he will ruin its face and scatter its inhabitants- it will be the same

for priest as for people,
for master as for servant,
for mistress as for maid,
for seller as for buyer,
for borrower as for lender,
for debtor as for creditor.

The earth will be completely laid waste and totally plundered. The LORD has spoken this word." Isaiah 24:1-3

Please quit saying these Earthquakes, Floods, Tsunami's, Fires and Blizzards are Mother Nature's fury. While they are devastating and heart wrenching, they are prophesied. And unstoppable.

Instead, pray for strength and resilience. And the heart's of Chileans tonight.

You really think we're in control?

Last Breath

"The very fact that you have lawsuits among you means you have been completely defeated already. Why not rather be wronged?" I Corinthians 6:7

"I guess sometimes there are just not enough rocks." Forrest Gump

It was Roon Artledge who coined the phrase, "The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat."

Ever see a marathoner collapse inches from the finish line?

As my adrenal glands putter and slowly shut down, I lose this bitter battle to the outright thieving big bank Wachovia, but can honestly say the searing pain the fight has caused will soon be vanquished.

The recovery period's just gonna last a little longer than if I would have won.

There is difference between giving up and moving forward...

Or would you rather stay bent over with your ass in the air?

Full Up

"Do not keep talking so proudly or let your mouth speak such arrogance, for the LORD is a God who knows, and by him deeds are weighed." 1 Samuel 2:3

When the exceptionally large forearm sized sleet are falling from the sky, remarkably the freelancers life for me is just fine and dandy. It's 9:44 and I'm still in my robe wishing the rather robust woman reporter would quit referring to this storm as "The Big One."

Yet, I find no solace in the news....

" Because of excessive talking, spiritual energy is being wasted.” Sri Sathya Sai Baba

Look Tony Kornheiser admitted Hannah Storm was a "Holden Caulfied fantasy..." Isn't that Sportscenter execs want? A sexy woman dressed in skin tight attire and plunging necklines with a vast knowledge of sports for simple minded boys and men to fawn after. Call me crazy but ESPN's wardrobe employees have an immense amount of push-up bra power when they give the go ahead to their hosts outfits. Those of us that watch Pardon the Interruption love that TK is a Wild Card and have come to expect subversiveness. He's obviously got a crush. Not only is Kornheiser's suspension waning on the side of hypocritical, ESPN has gone a little Disney soft and needs to lighten up. Meanwhile, I can only hope I am rocking those thighs when I'm 47.

More Bore.

Here's what I see when Washington opens the doors to his transparent rantings....

A genuine waste of time and over inflated salaries blowing hot air. It's a joke. It's not about the American people, it's about a pushing a lasting ego legacy. For Republicans a decision is about job security. For democrats it's about a strong arm victory...I would love to see genuine bi-partisan concern. But judging by Obama's body language when he hears renounce, he only wants to be right even if its wrong for the majority.

I agree this system is unsustainable I am all for reducing health care costs. I have NOT had healthcare since I was a teenager. I do not take ANY prescription drugs, I go to my once a year annual doctors appointment and pay out of pocket. I take a netti pot for my sniffles, I shoot honey, lemon, and cayenne for a sore throat, I pop my 1,000 milligrams of Vitamin C out of my $5.95 Industrial Bottle and attempt to get eight hours of sleep. I'm blessed.

My point reinforces Lamar Alexander's point of "Not doing Comprehensive well." What works for me may not for you. But I can guarantee what works for you will not fly with me or come out of my pocketbook.

In case you missed it...

Besides being knocked down with 10 inches of snow today, James Cameron's Avatar finally took my breath away with a loud and clear message..."You can't fill a cup, that's already full."

Couldn't we all throw out some of the old to make room for the new?

O'fer

"The LORD will perfect what concerns me;Your mercy, O LORD, endures forever; Do not forsake the works of Your hands. Psalm 138:8

I had intended on writing the gist of mine and my cab driver's conversation that followed his question of what is my favorite nationality living in America?

The right answer would have been Pakistani.

Instead. I am distracted. And can't connect.

Not that I like to hand out credence to the fellas in pinstripes but for the following I will make an exception.

"Slump? I ain't in no slump... I just ain't hitting." Yogi Berra

Regarding my writing, I couldn't have said it better than this New York Yankee.

Yogi Berra went on to be this city's All Star, MVP, Manager and Hall of Famer.... bringing life to his prophetic words of "it ain't over till it's over.

Still why do I feel like I am striking out...

What if the peak of your career has already passed?

FLOUNDERING

"Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? Luke 15:4

"First she sees her hypnotist
When she rushes to her psychiatrist
She sees her acupuncturist
She's got to got to get fixed

Then she sees her scientologist
Gets fed by her nutritionist
She can not seem to resist
Seeking cosmic consciousness.

She's looking for a cure, she doesn't know exactly what for."

I'm done. I've lost interest. I'm soaking wet and have no direction. I'm wandering WAY outside the fold. I'm a personal shopper in the most competitive creative town. I'm losing steam.

Less than stellar writers are showing up published...and in brick and mortar bookstores.

Brilliant Stephen King writes one of his most profound novels, Cujo in a drunken stupor and claims it just showed up in his Apple IIgs hard drive. (80's reference) I need to get drunk.

Friends with no interest in the art are getting blog recognition. I am filling a void, literally a blank white void.

Worrying is rubbing a gaping hole in my innovative mojo.

Grandmothers looking to fill their dead time are getting waivered on Gossip Girl and ushered into Screen Actor's Guild. The horrid show 24 rushes into town and casts dreadful actors to dominate an ENTIRE season. Are you kidding me?

In a town where open mic dives, grungy outstanding comedians, captivating stage actors and unknown righteous musicians rule the school, I am copping out entertaining myself with Food, Food, and more Food. How hard is it to research epicurean delights in Manhattan? That's a given. Which means any kind of down time I possess is used up running my tail off to stay svelte to compete with the 20 year olds who don't even know what a B side is but have a commercial face and ass that Verizon just loves! C'mon I locked myself in my room covered in sweat for hours, flipping my 45's...

My meandering posts are so scattered I couldn't possibly captivate one audience. It is all about me, me, me in NY, NY, NY and well that just isn't relatable. It's narcissistic. I'm stuck. I am not so sure I will stay here. Can't conceive of being anywhere else.

Would Blue Eyes say "making it" was 13 months of sustaining?

Dying Now Vying

"Such is the end of all who go after ill-gotten gain; it takes away the lives of those who get it." Proverb 1:19

My Examiner editor told me I should write about Lindsey Lohan posing on the cover of the French magazine Purple with her arms outstretched as though hanging on a crucifix and a crown of thorns placed on her head.

My first response...Who?

Oh right, the trouble making cocaine and painkiller addict whore turned lesbian stuck in the middle of angry tirades between a loose mom and a deadbeat druggie dad who all prostitute themselves to the tabloids. A spiritually homeless, perpetual rehabber and DUI offender, could have had the world by the balls young actress, but instead is posing for a low grade outlet for over hyped media gain. Fire Crotch Flasher. That girl...

My second response...Who cares?

As the Evangelical Examiner for New York...I have no desire to waste my articles or time on giving wasted media attention to a wasted effort. Although, the vacuous content would gain me more equally vacant readers, I will utilize the allotted space to give my praise to the one and only Lord and Savior not a has been celebrity doing a poor impersonation of Him.

Now what's that popular expression all the youngsters use these days.....Just Saying?