A Very Bloggable Day

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…Amen.

Today was the greatest day I’ve ever known. Well not really, but it has been exceptionally amazing and if only you could see the exuberance bursting forth out of my drowsy greenish-somethingish (*whatever color my eyes) eyes then you might be compelled to sing the afore mentioned song if not mildly hum the tune.

I woke up this morning to the lament of my little brother. Our house is currently getting painted and he has deep reaching emotions about the current outlook of the house. Instead of being a faded brownish eye sore we decided to spice it up a bit. In the see of fading pastel homes in our neighborhood we are taking the leap to transition into bright white with a sky blue trim. Okay, maybe “spice” was a wrong term since those colors are far more soothing than spicy, more of a reggae if you will but not a salsa. All that said my brother’s complaint stands as this, “It looks like a Long John Silvers©!” The funny thing is that now it kind of done, I chuckled heartily and then journeyed on.

The thankfulness that your house does not smell like old shrimp and old grease is enough it seems to brighten anyone’s day, but the day was far from over. I picked up the first payment from my paper route and was slightly ruffled at the fact that I was mildly short changed. Yet I decided not to let me down so I voyaged over the poorly paved Kansas City roads to Higher Grounds in which I got myself a drink and then moseyed back to the road. As I was driving a flock of geese walked out into the middle of the road. All of them fled except for one. He just stood in the middle of Red Bridge road as happy as can be. For a good minute and a half we were at a stand still, luckily no one was behind us or his honking may have been accompanied by others. He finally moved and clapped his feathers good bye, what a silly goose!

Ten O’clock came around and I decided to make my way to the prayer room. This was the first night I worked my paper route alone so I decided to get some dearly needed Jesus time in. On my way inside I was met by a fully loaded Justin Fry. Justin is a guy who I did the internship with and a stellar man of God. Hands down, he is one of the most chill people I know. We made plans to reconnect tomorrow night and I plunged right into the praising of my Lord. Corey Asbury was leading tonight and I was surprised. I had not actually heard him in a good solid year or two but was never a fan. It could have been his once slightly to very emo hair and it could be my subtle disdain for Jack Johnson. (Before you write me off as a friend mind you I must say that at times Jack Johnson’s music is the perfect groove but not at all times for all things, as when my friend Paul played during my internship.) Commentary aside, it was the greatest set I had been to in the longest time. His bassist is phenomenal and the team hit a solid groove and worshiped and prophesied it through the singing and dancing of the saints. It had been a while since I freely bounced around in the presence of God and let me tell you, I was hurtin’ mighty bad for some. I made my way up front where the One Thing interns had congregated along with Ben Tolston. On a side note, Ben Tolston is an amazing guy. I mean with one quick glance in his direction the air just parts and all you can do is just nod in affirmation knowing all is well with the universe. I would gladly take a bullet anywhere for that guy; to the grocers, the circus, or even maybe the moon. To sum up everything in this paragraph I will end it with this: God is good and it is amazing and so great to worship him.

1:30 rolled around and I needed to saddle up for work. It was a dark night as most nights are and the sun was far from shining its happy face. I arrived at the warehouse and picked up my papers and then made my way to the roll and bag my precious cargo at my usual spot Jackson County Water. The bags I used tonight were incredibly small which made it a hassle to fit the papers in, but duty called. I listened to the books of 1-2 Timothy, Titus, Philemon, and Hebrews on a cassette tape tonight as I rolled. Up until Hebrews the one who read the Word was like an announcer entirely detached it seemed from what he was reading. I got to Hebrews and the reader switched to an almost pastoral sounding voice which made it a lot easier to receive. Hebrews is a good book, and I thank God that we have such a great high priest in heaven. Oh, the mercy of God and the passion of the Trinity. It truly surpasses anything of feasible comprehension.
Between the frustration of the bags and the reading of the Word the night was fairly evened out at that point. Rolling papers leaves you with two things. First there is the ridiculous amount of newsprint which get on your hands and is terrible for your skin. Secondly your forearms get a mad workout, the intensity grows with the amount of frustration. I mean that spinach thing with Popeye is most likely a hoax. I have been eating it a ton recently and so far no bulging forearms. Then again I haven’t been eating the canned stuff just the leafy kind found in large plastic bins which apparently everyone and their mom has. And by that I mean at least two of my friends who most likely will be moms one day.

Four hit and I had finally finished. My CDs had become buried in the vast ocean of Kansas City Stars so I was left with whatever was left in my CD player. Within ten minutes I began to laugh at the music playing knowing that I would not be able to or want to change the music at all. It was Paper Religion by Derek Loux. The irony clowns were smiling upon me tonight. Today was the first day I had actually listened to the entire CD, let alone more than three songs. I was thoroughly impressed with it. I remember during my orientation for FSM a very commanding mustachioed kiwi announced Derek Loux as IHOP’s answer to Rod Stewart. In response Derek came up covering his hair in shame. After tonight I feel that accusation was wrong. Though his hair may be reminiscent of the man who’s career was based on him desperately asking people if they thought he was sexy his music isn’t. Derek Loux is not the answer to Rod Stewart but to Phil Collins. Listening to his music took me back to the summer when Tarzan the animated movie came out. This also was the summer of Eiffel 65 and their album Europop which I sadly confess to enjoy. Guilty pleasures aside, the night went well. I finished an hour ahead of my guestimate, briefly chatted with Kristine, handed out leftover papers at IHOP, and then paid off dollar twenty debt at Holtz’s donuts.

Before coming home I swung by Wendy’s to try for once their breakfast items. I purchased some chicken biscuits only to have my socks blown off. The chicken used is pretty much a huge one of their nuggets which are phenomenal which amply make up for their slightly wanting buttery counterparts. I left the drive through content and satisfied. As I waiting to get onto 58 to head home I looked to my left and at the farm next to me a llama was staring very intently at me. The sun was rising above the Raymore water tower behind him and the llama, whose name must have been Julian, just stood there majestically chewing his meal letting the sun shine off of his sleek brown coat. It’s times like that which nothing needs to be done except for a mild sigh of contentment. Today was a marvelous day.