not humans, not this-worldliness, not humans who believe, not humans who believe and excel.  Jesus.  Everyone else but Jesus, weirds me.  Not their fault.  My problem.  My woundedness from childhood.  TV, Facebook, film, periodicals, socializing, email, all weird me.  This-worldliness. I do best when I’m freshly wowed by Jesus.  Love others best.  Love myself best. …

why aren’t people awed by the Jesus in me?  Because there is so little of Him in me, and so much of me in me?  So much Dave-agenda, Dave-dependency, and so little Jesus-dependency?  So much self-confidence, so little confidence in Jesus and His genius plan for my life, and others’ lives?  So much Jesus-bless-my-agenda praying? …

I’m a boring Christian, awed by Payton Manning, awed by human somebodiness, awed by the excellence of others — and my own, outside and inside the Church, and there is no contagious Jesus in me.   ShepherdDave.  WorldlyDave.  BoringDave. But when the Spirit freshly convicts me of the sin of worldliness/pride/independence, I’m only awed by Jesus,…

and my own.  Worldliness.  Enamored with Jesus.  Sanity. What helps me be enamored with Jesus?  Reading the Gospels, or listening to the NIV Dramatised @ biblegateway.com, while comparing Him to humans with whom I’m enamored.  No comparison.  Holy ground.  Serenity.  Ahhh. –DumbSheepDave, enamored with his other-worldly Shepherd, whenever the Spirit freshly convicts him of the…

to everyone.  How do I know?  Because I get so much life from being the critic of everyone and every human creation, the self-appointed judge of all.  Excellent, poor, mediocre.  Of course, many who don’t know me well think I’m a humble man, and me thinks of me as a humble man, but that’s part…

I’m always in awe of human excellence – others’ and my own, outside the Church, and inside, and I’m always bored by Jesus and His excellence imputed to me.  Unsatisfying.  So when I’m worldly/insane, I’m always circumstance-dependent for my joy and peace.  Pressure to perform.  Horrible way to live.  The only hope for this worldly…

Am obsessive about the shortest-quickest route, the shortest-quickest lane, getting things done in the shortest-quickest way.  Why?  Good stewardship is one reason.  But there’s also a dark side, sinful side, idolatrous side, to my motivation for efficiency.  I feel worthy when I’m efficient, and if you get in the way of my efficiency, you’ll not…

the easier it is to unconditionally love the hard to love, including myself, and the easier it is to not fear failure — not fear the lowly place of a nobody/loser.  Live and love with reckless abandon.  Ahhh. The more I’m awed by human accomplishment, competence, excellence, somebodiness, the easier it is to feel others-contempt…

I see political progressives, conservatives, libertarians, being naive about different things.  And also pre-believers and believers, about Jesus things.  ShepherdDave, my flesh, my arrogance, wants to set them all straight, so they are no longer naive.  But what would it look like, to enjoy them as DumbSheepDave, as naive as they are, without trying to…

just as she is, or does she feel a subtle demand from me?  Does she enjoy my unsolicited attempts to disciple her, point her to Jesus, fix her, judge her in need of something more, especially when she’s struggling?  Do I enjoy myself, just as I am, or do I feel a subtle demand from…