a lingering thought from Easter

i’ve been thinking about this one thing since Easter.
Can’t seem to stop thinking about it.
it’s a very Easter-ish thing.
it’s a good thing though.

so I’m not too worried about it getting to be a problem.
Actually, I’m hoping it will stay stuck
and be something permanent to think about.


you see, the Trinity is something that no one really knows much about.
here are some things that i hang on to in order to better understand the Trinity:
a) the love within the Trinity is the purest love that exists, possibly even the reason why the Trinity decided to create… so that this unbelievable unity could shared, enjoyed, worshipped by others
b) the fellowship within the Trinity is closer than any two people and a little more separate than different qualities inside the same person… somewhere in between.
c) the existence of the Trinity simply is. The Trinity is outside of time and throughout all of eternity the Trinity has experienced this perfect and complete fellowship.


until…(this is where it gets really crazy)


part of the Trinity came to earth (time).
part of the Trinity took on a humanities worth of things that the Trinity has never been associated with—sin.
then the Trinity for some period of time was separated, different than before, missing a part.
Why would an all powerful being give up the most perfect thing that exists for any amount of time?
surely not for mankind!


Oh, the love that was required to do such an illogical thing.
God is good. this fact is now even more solidified in my mind.
the only time that the Trinity was ever separated was on my account.



--andy

Bound For Home For the First Time

I‘ve broken my feet
too many times
And wrapped them up with
too many rhymes
So wisp me away and make these legs un-lame
I've stood on my head
and I've run out the door
I've spun through tornadoes
And fell through the floor
But moths just can‘t seem to resist an open flame
If I read, or write, or grow wings and take flight;
The burden from birth on my back is still so much stronger
This won't last much longer

I'm not looking right or left
I'm not acting foolish
I'm not placing bets
I‘m looking up ‘cause that's where I'm headed
As soon as I get these shoes unleaded
From all those unlit unforevers
They‘re weighing me down
They‘re soiling my feathers
I can start to feel the breeze of new weather coming down
That‘s where I‘ll be found
I'm bound for home
for the first time
Right now is just the worst time

this is what we do.

just a glimpse of andy rhea and his band's grueling practice schedule:

1:00 get stuff moved onto stage and set up

1:20 "your mother" jokes

1:30 go over new stuff

3:00 lay on futons and dream. talk about music.

3:25 tickle fight

3:35 go over previously performed stuff

4:30 jam. make stuff up.

5:00 go to Jack in the Box and eat tacos with kenneth stanger

6:30 head home.

(schedule is tentative. "your mother" jokes may start up to 5 minutes into setup.)