Linked In

I finally joined linked in.
Kind of.
I accidentally typed my name wrong.
Ryana.
596 messages, asking people if they would like to be friends with ryana, owner of my company.
Nice.

Holiday

As I get more engaged internationally, I found myself cribbing from the rest of the world and saying "Holiday" not "day-off."
Like today, I took Shannon and Anna on Holiday to the zoo.
Here's what I love about that.
Whether spiritual or not, time away from work should be time made "holy" in the most basic sense. This is special time, set aside, to be with those people and not with those other people.
It might be truly semantics, but I don't think so. In faith, churches matter because they are set aside for someone big and important. I think in our family relationships the notion of a Holiday is the same thing--the day matters and is given life because of the people with whom I spend them.
One of those people is crying now, and the other needs to write lesson plans. Good-night internet.

Back to Writing

I tend to write in spurts, driven by a need to put clarity to thoughts.
I think I will be writing a lot in the coming months.

I've been reading a lot of the Acts 29 guys recently (Matt Chandler and Mark Driscoll mostly). They're fine, but I saw an interesting comment from Driscoll regarding Megachurches that bugged me.
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The major blind spot of megachurches is that they tend to be very effeminate with aesthetics, music, and preaching perfectly tailored for moms. Manly men are repelled by this, and many of the men who find it appealing are the types to sing prom songs to Jesus and learn about their feelings while sitting in a seafoam green chair drinking herbal tea—the spiritual equivalent of Richard Simmons.
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I have no idea if this is true for most churches, don't know what seafoam is, and am not over the moon about herbal tea, but I think this comment is idiotic.

We have megachurches for exactly the same reason we have shopping malls, big box retailers, and IKEA stores--we are used to driving places.

It's like in the Big Lebowski...
The Big Lebowski: What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski?
The Dude: Dude.
The Big Lebowski: Huh?
The Dude: Uhh... I don't know sir.
The Big Lebowski: Is it being prepared to do the right thing, whatever the cost? Isn't that what makes a man?
The Dude: Hmmm... Sure, that and a pair of testicles.

But let's make sure to talk about it for a really long time.