so you found me

Every kitchen has a junk drawer. So, too, should every brain have a miscellaneous compartment. The place to file away thoughts that don't necessarily belong anywhere else, or can't easily be classified and categorized.

Some thoughts are too broad, others too obscure, still others to deep and hidden to be labeled as simplistically as "my opinion on bananas" or "why I love baseball." If only life were that simple... if only every situation, every emotion, every thought or feeling or idea could be understood, condensed, and classified that effortlessly. If only all of life were as black-and-white as it was when we were children. If only all of life's problems and situations could be as neatly summarized as The Sound of Music was understood and summarized by my five-year-old niece ("this movie is about nuns, Nazis, and nitwits"). But they can't. We can't stay children forever, and we grow up into the gray whether we like it or not. Yet the memory of that black-and-white world stays with us as we live and learn... it's the ultimate expression of faith that Christ calls us to: striving through the gray of our daily lives to find those pure, beautiful nuggets of black-and-white truth that just might be more abundant than we think or remember.

So tucked away in this corner of cyberspace is my mental junk drawer, my own private stash of thoughts... the "special reserve label" of my musings, ideas, feelings, and just plain me-ness. It's an archaeological expedition to unearth the black-and-white beauty and simplicity of Life that has been buried too long in the gray...