Ah the glories of the small town

My wife and I own a 1970 Mercedes (imagined cool link to picture). It is classic. Since we live in the mountains, whenever I drive it I feel as if I am in a 1960's film in Monaco. It's had some problems adjusting to the altitude and cold, since it grew up in the Bay area. I took it to my mechanic, and he told me, "Willie is your man. I'm not to comfortable with Mercedes', but Willie is good. Call him after hours."

So I call Willie on thursday evening, and he tells me he's going to come up to my place. Nice German accent. He came this morning, spent about an hour working on my carbuerators, and tells me that they are in good shape. I sat there with him, and I found out he is orignally from Poland, and lived for a time in Germany. His wife spoke no English, and I think they must have spoken Polish or German to eachother. He lately moved from LA, and is working whatever job he can- heavy machinery for the local trash service. He wants to build a up a client base of foreign cars and motorcycles. He thought it was beautiful up here, noticed the sequioas by the gates. He tells me that there are a few things that need a little attention, but I have a beaut of a car. "How much do I owe you?" "Nothing." Wow. I love small towns.

Credit, of course, must also go to Willie, who will receive my business in the future. And my appreciation, which means more to me than money.

I just started "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius." I like it. I would always to read something wonderful, and I think this might be.

Cory says I should use the spell check

I tried, but I wasn't patient enough to wait for the thing to work.

Comment about that, Cory!

cory is about to blog about my blog

Oh Crap. I must blog before Cory does to prepare my wonderful blog for the flood of magnificent, well thought, or humorous comments that will come, and blogger will email me about at my email address that I no longer check.

I drove to the south end of Fresno with Lamar and we pciked up a 14 ft U-Haul and drove it to the Pleasant Mattress Company where we picked up 104 camp mattresses, and yes it was pleasant. They brought out two towering palettes of blue mattresses and we all laughed, trying to imagine them fitting in the U-Haul. Our man loaded like a champ and Lamar and I had only one mattress crammed into the cab with us. I couldn't see Lamar all the way across our nice truck. Don't worry, we made it, everything is all done with the mattresses.

I would like to write something more thoughtful, to join in with all the wonderful conversations about our Jesus and how his kingdom works, but I never know what the right questions are to ask people. How do we involve Jesus in our lives daily as we live with open hands and hearts towards others, towards Christ? How?

blessings

unread response

in an unread response to Tertium quid...

God showed no fear when he chose to express his love to us. I once lived through a dark time, full of cynicism, weak belief and no fruit. THe word I received when I came out was this:

there is no fear in love.


Merry Christmas, Immanuel

Check out this one...

Hey guy. Guys. I know you all have been waiting for this one. So get ready to read. I blog about every three months or so. They are special.

I just finished reading "Catch-22"

I am currently reading "Fire on the Mountain: the true story of the South Canyon fire"

Other books I have started and not finished

"Prayer" Hans Urs VonBalthazar
"Orthodoxy" G.K. Chesterton
"Amazing Grace" Kathleen Norris
"The Pursuit of God" A.W. Tozer
"The Cost of Discipleship" Dietrich Bonhoeffer
"A Far Off Place" Laurens Vanderpost
"Letters to a Young Poet" Rainer Marie Rilke
"20 Love Poems" Pablo Neruda
"Writing Down the Bones"Natilie Goldberg
"Most of the books I was supposed to read in college, except the ones I liked"

this one's for all you guys

Hey thanks to you loyal supporters. You're really encouraging the blogging over here. Zack - man you really moved me to write this one. Thanks. I couldn't have done this without you.

Props to my brother's in Durango, as well as Santa Barbara, Boston, and Burbank. By brothers, I mean it like "brothers and sisters" slash people I know.

laters

Let me tell you why I find it hard to blog:

-I tend to get too personal for my own comfort...which means I start to speak in indefinite terms, not too much fun for others to read.
-I (clearly) let too much time slip between blogs and it feels a useless and flippant form of expression.
-I have no idea how to be creative with the format of my blog. This makes it boring, more for me than for the imagined you.
-My wife thinks its a bit silly.
-I work.

Jonathan Capp