A ONE MONTH JOURNAL Sept-2004

And now, the journal dedicated to the child singlehandedly responsible for the world's diaper toxicity crisis: Mr. "Where else would you like me to put it?" -Isaiah

2004-11-14 - 8:52 p.m.

It was an enjoyable concert overall, but apparently Chris is a better musician and lyricist than he is an entertainer. He seems like someone for whom performing in public must be stressful. Brenda thought he was probably shy or reserved. The music, however, was great.

One of the songs that intrigued me the most was his "Smell the Color Nine." He suggested that sometimes trying to understand the complexity of God is like trying to use our five senses to smell the color nine. I can so very much relate to that struggle. The way my mind works best is more in line with the scientific method. Show me the evidence that supports your assertion, and this will be much more persuasive than just telling me what you subjectively think is real and true. But, as the years have gone by, I've decided that this rational approach to understanding what is going on outside the physical world hasn't served me well. And, oddly enough, I've never really been able to explain why that is the case. You'd think, since this is the method that works so well to aquire knowledge in other areas, it would work well here too.

Maybe God and spiritual things are not entirely amenable to that approach, and a different way, one that involves senses as yet underdeveloped, must be refined and matured before understanding grows. Chris Rice's songs all have a unique angle on the experience of faith that is really refreshing, and speaks to my efforts to understand God and my place in his universe.

Isaiah did well for the first several songs, but then he attempted to entertain the row behind us, and Brenda had to take him to the back for the remainder of the concert!

We also toured the city of Indianapolis, especially the square with its large memorial to the Civil war. The kids ran around the circle, and Nathan developed his pidgeon catching skill by moving very slowly towards them while they were eating, and then suddenly grabbing one. But he kept nabbing the same (probably brain-damaged) bird. Isaiah may have been impressed with his brother's abilities, but it was hard to tell with his multiple layers of bundling against the cold.

Once again, as is always the case, it's wonderful to be home.

Doug

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