#mylife

 

i don’t do the whole twitter thing; to be fair, i do indeed have a twitter account, but only because i read somewhere that “people my age” are supposed to, and when looking for a job, it is suspicious to be completely absent from the social media scene. i literally sat on the floor in our house and created a linked in, twitter, and facebook page that night; years of my wife and friends trying to convince me meant nothing, but being told i was being profiled against when seeking employment was reason enough. that’s not to say i don’t use hashtags; you know, #, the thing we used to call the pound sign or number sign. i have a blog where i write and post pictures and whatnot. well again, one day i was reading about how to increase your readers for your blog, and it mentioned the importance of proper hashtagging, so since then i try and make one or two hashtags for every post. i know, it’s a pathetic trend really that i tend to only do things if i read it somewhere; but that’s not why we’re here. we’re not going to talk about my insane fascination with the written word; we’re going to talk about #mylife. eventually. i never cut to the chase.

hashtags are a curious part of internet life. they really came on the scene because of the influence twitter has had on the digital world, evolving over the past 6 years or so into the official way to find out anything about everything. just do a quick search on the internet, type in the thing you wanna know about, leave out the spaces, and put a # in front, and see what you get. sure, there is a lot of information that this will miss, namely anything at all official, academic, older than 2009, in print only, or otherwise “adult” in nature, but then, you shouldn’t be using the internet for the pursuit of “factual knowledge” without knowing these things are hard to come by in any world, virtual or otherwise. this ease of access leads people to start causes, like #helpmegrowmyhairreallylong or #wannagooutforadate. this has also led to businesses trying to exploit this for marketing like #ilovehamburgers or #eatatjoes but to no avail; funnily enough, most businesses that start hashtag campaigns soon find their hashtag is inundated with connections to complaints and disgust. pretty much, for corporate america anyways, hashtags are only a means of observation, not direction. a recent attempt by the NYPD is sign enough; check out #myNYPD and see how an attempt at a positive presence in the media turned into an outpouring of disgust and anger.

ok, i promise i have a point. sometimes when writing i forget it, and others i didn’t actually have one when i started, hence my rambling; but whatever the case, by the end of my writing, there is a point to be found. somewhere. eventually.

my life is complicated. to be fair, this is true for everyone, and for quite a number of people out there, my life isn’t complicated at all by comparison. one of the more convoluted properties of being an adult is keeping up with all the changes. kids are always growing, bills coming and going, cars having issues, the news just updated, job searches, groceries, random parties and get togethers with friends and family, don’t forget homework, did you finish that project… one of the real difficulties is just in trying to keep everything straight. in the hashtag world, you can set up a feed similar to a news channel. instead of tuning into CNN every day to know what is happening around the world, you could just check in with #Philippines and be up to date on what is going on in the pacific asian country with little to no difficulty. ok, get ready. i’m finally going to make my point here! i need a hashtag for my life, a way to be up to date at all times with my own life; a way to know where i’m at and what i’m doing, what’s important and what’s a waste, who i am and who i should be. sure, there are technology aids that can do some of this for me, but that’s not what i’m talking about. the Bible is my daily news feed, tuned into #k.a.w.-richée; or maybe, even more accurately, it is tuned in to #God with a k.a.w.-richée filter. either way, it is a concrete, universal means by which i can know what is really going on in my life. because that’s what hashtagging really is all about, usable information at an up to date speed. and there’s nothing in life more usable, more worthwhile, more relevant and to date than the Word God has for His people, His creation, His world. His message is timeless, His advice always sound, His updates are so current, their downright prescient!

there are evenings when i sit on the couch, scrolling through headlines as my wife and i talk about our days. i am catching up on life, on the world, on what has, is, and will be happening; many mornings even begin with this same ritual. my days are filled with endless perusing, digging, looking at what is going on. well, to be fair, not every day. the really good days are the days i’m too busy to “check in,” too busy to see what’s going on, as those are often times days spent not only being present in the moment with my wife and kids, but also being conscious in my walk in Christ, commutes listening to sermons, or better still, family car rides with all of us singing His praises. it is at these moments when i am tuned in to #God that complications fall away, and a thorough knowledge settles in; i know what’s trending, i know what’s going on. i need this. maybe you don’t get overwhelmed with a desire for knowledge, or the desire for at least an allusion of security in a world with so many unknowns, but i do. that’s why i need to hashtag my life; that’s why i need to check in all the time to see just what’s trending in the Word of God.

"We have broken away from God; we are broken in relation to our fellow human beings. And the most elusive reality is that we are broken even from ourselves. We do not connect our own proclivities. Life is a story of brokenness. This is at the core of the gospel. We have come apart from within. And to this brokenness, Jesus brings the real answer, not just a simplistic “come and get fed.”"

Ravi Zacharias, “Jesus Among Other Gods” commenting on the bread Christ offers of Himself, and why such an offer is so unique and need.

"Life may still bear the marks of desert trials, but the pillars of cloud and fire are there to guide and protect. Follow the call of Christ despite the uncertainty and chaos of modern circumstances, and you have the story line if your life."

Os Guinness, The Call

please, if you can afford to buy it, and are longing for a sense of purpose or direction, buy and read this. it has been an instrument of God as I try and make sense of things this past year.

a handcrafted life

ok, so there are a lot of Christians out there who think that drinking beer (or any alcohol, for that matter) is a sin; i emphatically disagree. but this little write-up is not about drinking, it merely uses it as a metaphor. recently there has been a resurgence of beer culture here in America, specifically in the arena of the growing trend of locally brewed craft beers. the idea behind this movement is a focus on flavor, that undoubtedly will sacrifice economy and quantity, but in a way the consumer will deem worthwhile. playing on variations in tastes, the handcrafted community seeks increasingly obscure brands, as though drinking a beer that was bottled on the rarest of brews equates to a more fulfilling, enjoyable drinking experience. now, i have a discerning palate; as such, i enjoy things such as dark chocolate, fine wines, textural interplays and, of course, the rare vintage microbrew. going so far as to brew my own strains of mead at home, each batch in the über-rare category of 1 liter per brew; but in a pinch, my favourite brew would probably be regular old Coors banquet beer (“it’s a feast in a can” i always say). i’m no snob. “the point, kamarr, the point!” ok, ok; having brewed a batch or two myself, i know how important the brew master is to the process. selecting ingredients, mixing, preparing, storing, activating yeast, measuring out the principles, choosing when to tap, when to pour, how many filtering stages, how long to let rest, aged alone or with aromatics… so praise be to God that i have the privilege of living a handcrafted life! in the hands of the Almighty Creator, i sit as raw recipe, such potential to be something great, but only if the brew master takes care, acts with wisdom, and executes His plan. a theologian might seek to draw out each of these points, pointing to how the yeast is the perseverance of the saints, the initial cooking process before fermenting is the trials which led you to Him, and fermentation itself those preparation stages getting you ready for glorious work in His name… all i know is this: next time i enjoy a beer, handcrafted or otherwise, i won’t be able to stop myself from forming a slight smirk as i contemplate how one day there will be a feast in Heaven, when finally i will be able to appreciate the handcrafted brew the Father is making from my fermenting life. selah!

i’m supposed to be working on a final paper right now, but as i was diggin through the internet looking for references and more info to flesh out the essay, i came across an article about the histroy of killer smog in NYC and saw this picture. here we have men and women, dressed far nicer than we do today i may add, but that’s besides the point… no my point is just look at that. here they stand, above the wolrd as it were, looking down into a smog filled abyss of a city. the people below could see, and to be honest, probably didn’t have much of a clue about just how bad it really was for them. yeah, the breathing was labored, and everyone got sick easy, but they had little idea of how bad it was, that is, until they got a different perspective. well, that’s our life. i was sitting here working on my essay getting depressed as my subconcious flitted across the memories of former classmates who are now busy at work finishing their residencies while i still sit working odd jobs and scraping by. but then God lifted my mind to a higher view. “look at this,” He said; “look at you family, your world, your life. how good is it really for any of you? so trust My view, trust My plan, trust My love.” when we get to the other side, we’ll be surprised to see how thick and dark the air really was while we were walking around down here all those years. but a clearer day is coming; and while i am still down here, living in the smog, i look forward to living every day following His elegant and perfect plan. Selah!

i’m supposed to be working on a final paper right now, but as i was diggin through the internet looking for references and more info to flesh out the essay, i came across an article about the histroy of killer smog in NYC and saw this picture. here we have men and women, dressed far nicer than we do today i may add, but that’s besides the point… no my point is just look at that. here they stand, above the wolrd as it were, looking down into a smog filled abyss of a city. the people below could see, and to be honest, probably didn’t have much of a clue about just how bad it really was for them. yeah, the breathing was labored, and everyone got sick easy, but they had little idea of how bad it was, that is, until they got a different perspective. well, that’s our life. i was sitting here working on my essay getting depressed as my subconcious flitted across the memories of former classmates who are now busy at work finishing their residencies while i still sit working odd jobs and scraping by. but then God lifted my mind to a higher view. “look at this,” He said; “look at you family, your world, your life. how good is it really for any of you? so trust My view, trust My plan, trust My love.” when we get to the other side, we’ll be surprised to see how thick and dark the air really was while we were walking around down here all those years. but a clearer day is coming; and while i am still down here, living in the smog, i look forward to living every day following His elegant and perfect plan. Selah!

a brief note

i have been taken to longer posts recently, but i do not have time for that right now. despite that lack of time, i am sincerely trying to exert more discipline within my literary (not to mention spiritual) life. discipline; that one word conjures up an immense amount of emotions in myself. i wrote a few pages the other day on my lack of it and need for it. growing up, disciplined is probably one of the words most would have used to describe me. i did all sorts of activities, did my homework, brought home great grades, went to school every day, did my chores, didn’t talk back; i was a disciplined child in the sense that my parents would correct me when i was wrong and i would behave in an orderly and predictable manner. but that was the discipline of my parents placed upon me during my tenure in their home; that was not me. when i went off to college some of their discipline went with me, though it did not take long for me to deteriorate into my natural, lazy, un0disciplined state. to make a long story short, over the past 5 years i have been on a slow, arduous journey of remembering the forgotten lessons of my youth, the lessons of discipline and diligence. discipline is a dispense-less resource for an adult to have, especially one who prides himself on intellect and reasoning. so bear with me as i continue to seek a disciplined path for myself; one of daily devotions and reflections, constant prayer and study, marked with stewardship and love. i need to be ready to receive the blessing of the Lord, and i will get back to the state of readiness, a state i was in when He graciously introduced me to my wife (tomorrow is our 11 year dating anniversary!!!), and i state i need to be in if He is to use me for that which He made me.

"marriage promises a lifetime of two people striving together for maturity"

chuck swindoll. i thank God for my helpmeet who bears with me as i bear with her in the journey of becoming more like Christ. m

life happens, and i get side tracked. the rest of the stories from 10 tales of K will be posted in the future; but i’m on my wife’s netbook right now so i don’t have them easily accessible (yeah, they’re in google docs but that’s too tough). instead, i’m going to use the next few minutes to schedule some of the things i’ve been writing in my new travel journal that i call Uncle Sonny’s Bank Book (it’s actually the old wells fargo ledger from my uncle that passed away from lung cancer earlier this year, i carry it in my shirt pocket and write what comes to mind). please enjoy these samples of my thoughts and feel free to comment. as always, selah!