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Yesterday was a treat. The hot fudge sundae kind (with extra whipped cream).

I went to Dallas Theological Seminary to interview three professors (two of whom are also artists) for upcoming art and theology podcasts (keep a weather eye out for 'em!). These three people have influenced my life, my theology, and my art (in other words, me--if you can find the separating line between those three aspects, let me know). We had great conversations, the kind that makes you feel like home (and red ruby shoes).

They come every so often.

These dreams to haunt me.

Which is funny because I haven't worked there for two and a half years--longer than my span there. But something in my subconscious won't let it go. They say dreams are your attempt to work through issues. I guess I still have issues.

It always starts the same way. They ask me to sub for a day in my old position as a medical receptionist. For some reason, though I hated the job, I always say yes. And every time, the same thing happens.

Here we are, approaching the beginning of a new month.

(Some of us are still in mourning from the end of the Olympics.)

But we all know what the beginning of a new month means.

Glimpses!

This month, I have an interview with, story of, and art by Makoto Fujimura. I also have a blurb on worshipping creatively in your Church. You can sign up on the sidebar.

Also, ready for the big announcement?

(No, Mom, I'm not pregnant.)

I'm up today at the Tapestry blog talking about why I'm a Jazz Chrstian.

From the post:

"I call myself a Jazz Christian because jazz music has structure, and this structure gives freedom and improvisation. It constantly invents. No two performances can ever be alike. It is infinitely interesting."

It's fitting that I write on this today. It's Charlie Parker's birthday.

I grew up a Jim Henderson fan (also Jimi Hendrix, but that's a different story).

Every Saturday evening I'd watch the Muppets (followed by Airwolf and preceded by some dance competition show if I finished my bath in time, which was not often because you would not believe the magical things that happened in my bathtub/Broadway stage [told you I'm a Broadway baby--anything can be used as a mike]; and the dance competition was with real dancers, not this celebrity stuff). (Have I mentioned before that I like parenthesis?)

My Name Is Asher Lev by Chaim Potok is a book I could read over and over and over again. There are so many levels. I can read it as a Christian in regards to living out my faith. I can read it as an artist in regards to working out my art and faith.

I've decided that any updates I find regarding art, writing, contests, etc., I'll keep up with on my Intersection blog so as not to crowd things around here (you wouldn't believe how cranky the owner here gets about crowding--she starts charging these extra squatting fees).

You can find that blog here. 

It happened one night, it was a dark and stormy night, it was the best of times, it was the worst of times. No matter how it begins, everyone has a story to live. This series looks at the story of the Christian life. Part Six talks about our allies and enemies and how we are to react to them as Christians.

She read it with Grover's voice. Then, after straining her vocal chords, my mom usually lost her voice for a period afterward. (In fact, I'm not sure if my sister and I begged her to read the book because we loved the book or because we loved the after effects. Often, when she came to the end, we'd plead Read it again! Read it again! I see now how cruel we were.)

The book was about Grover not wanting to reach the end of the book because there was a monster at the end of the book! Oh, please, please, please don't turn the page, he'd say.

We'd turn it anyway.