We should have known the kind of year it would be when we rang it in by going to bed at 9:30. Ash was sick with the flu and had to work on New Year’s Day (a Sunday), so the partying was left to the youngsters. We never felt so uncool. (And whether we admit it or not, cool still has some currency around here, so it was kind of depressing.)
Two-Thousand and Six has been The Year of Growing Pains. Granted, there have been some bright spots. We wrote and published a book (out next month), which is pretty incredible, considering neither one of us have graduated from college and we’ve started talking in chatspeak. (At first it was just to be funny, and now we’re just lazy. STFU!) Our housechurch kicks ass…learning to be church rather than do church has been a difficult and rewarding journey. I got a new job in the company I’ve worked at for almost 3 years, and finally realize that people who say “I love my job!” aren’t just being polite. We got a dog. Stephen King came out with his best book since The Stand. The Democrats won back Congress (but we’ll see if they make any good use of it).
On the flip side, though…I started back to school in the summer to finish the degree I don’t have, and dropped out due to a pesky little emotional breakdown. Money’s been tight. Having a dog and no yard has been a bit trickier than we imagined. Ash’s work situation has had some pretty serious hills and valleys (and the valleys have been deeper than the hills have been high). The world got even funkier than it was in 2005. James Brown died. One of the top-charting songs of the year was a catchy, horrifying little ditty called “Smack That.” (Me: “Did he just say ’till you get sore’???” Ash: “Yep.”)
All in all, I’m not sorry to see 2006 head on out. Buh-bye. Here’s to 2007: The Year of Painless Maturity.
Happy New Year, my friends. May you be richly blessed.
I’ve read about a bazillion books about the emerging church, and they’ve all kind of run together in the disordered maelstrom that is my brain pan. Consequently, I can’t remember exactly where I read the suggestion that the Bible’s “wisdom literature” (Job, Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, Song of Songs) could have special value to postmodern-type people — if ever they were inclined to read them — because the writers approached faith and relationships (with God and others) through the lens of personal experience.
When I read it (sorry, emerging author who shall remain nameless due to negligence and bad memory), a light bulb appeared for a split-second over my head. (Okay, okay. Not a literal light bulb. But that would seriously rock if it happened.) “Hey, Self,” I thought to myself. “Wouldn’t it be sweet if someone could present the content of those books in a medium that resonated with persons of the postmodernish persuasion?” And that is how My Lover Is Mine was conceived. (Our due date is February 5.) Ash and I and our friend Ramon put our heads together and tried to figure a way to make Holy Scripture appealing to non-Bible readers. We were helped immensely by gratuitous sexual content.
And now it’s time to decide where we go from here…which is where you come in. Of the four remaining books that fall into the wisdom lit category, which would you most like to see presented in a similar poetry/fine art format? (I’m laboring under the assumption that you care.) Take a gander, when you get a minute, at a couple of the original chapters (see links above) and let us know what you think. I’m leaning toward Ecclesiastes, since the original form and length is close to that of Song of Songs (so we’d know what to expect)…but I’m open to suggestions. A few of the more gut-crunching Psalms, perhaps? Or maybe the wacky-ass metaphysical conversations of Job and his good-for-nothing friends?
Help a sista out.
Happy birthday, my love. I think you’re the tops.
And in case the WWF title belt doesn’t quite hit the spot…
Who is this man
to whom I have given my heart, my life?
I know his sweet scent
but I do not know
I know his tenderness, gentleness
yet he is a
ready to do battle for what is his—
chariot fast, furious
This, too, is beauty
A hard beauty carved of iron and stone
diamonds and gold
crowned with purpose
Look upon him
(Sorry your name is M.I.A. as yet on Amazon, but we’ll fix it.) I’m so proud to have created this with you. What beauty you will bring to the world in your next 31 years…and the next…
I am a rose in sunlight / a lily in the shade of your love
And I am
Thought I’d share some of Ramon’s latest illustrations for My Lover is Mine, our poetry/art adaptation of Song of Songs. These are not the final design layouts, they’re just paired with their poems so you can read what the illustration is, um…illustrating. (Click thumbnails for larger images.)