Category Archives: Deep puddles of thought

Good times

“A bird out of hand is worse than two in the bush.” ~Dan Delyon

“To those who are lactose intolerant, life is more like a box of chocolates than they’d like to admit.” ~Dan Delyon

“I discovered last birthday, that one can truly halve one’s cake and eat it too.” ~Dan Delyon

“Does a man lack for nothing who is content with nothing?” ~Dan Delyon

Rending and mending

We strive in this life for all the wrong things
We cry from our broken dreams
Search the sky to see what it means
Fly toward the end of the stream.

Forever seems like too much to hope
endeavor to live right
define your own meaning.
and choke on the end of your rope.

It’s a bit dark in the tunnel alone
But who’s alone for real?
Who’s ever alone?
What we know makes us feel.
Cause we feel what we know.

We are never alone and
the purpose and plan
for this life is the hand
held out to correct, not to fan
the flames of our self seeking ways
but replace them with the purpose He always intended
and mend us and rend out the rot from our souls.

Dandy Philosophy

“Science seeks to poke every hornets nest to see what will happen. Technology seeks to harness the hornets to do its bidding. Philosophy seeks to understand why there are hornets. All three can lead to absolute insanity if they are separated from a purposeful reality — from the purposeful reality.” ~Dan Delyon

“Being right is far less important than staying right, and far easier to do.” ~Dan Delyon

“Hard choices are the ones you wish someone else could make for you, but know you would regret not making for yourself.” ~Dan Delyon


Not sure of original source. I found this second hand so to speak.

Jerusalems Daughter

Original Art  by MichelleMarie

Original Art by MichelleMarie

By his life He saved us
By his might He raised us
Empowering the resurrection cry.

Dying once, he saved believers
Calling all his saints to glory
A story for the resurrected life.

A friend to them who lowly bow
Ascending to the face of glory
For eternal shore awaits the justified.

Singing over the called and listening
Glory glistening from his voice
Rejoice, oh daughter of Zion,
face his splendid, sacred choice.
Renew the vow of covenant
and bless the nations with the joyful noise!

Myself as a RPG Charactor

Gedeon (גִּדְעוֹן)

Level 4 Ministerial Beginner

Base skill modifiers:

Interpretation +2
Expository Skill +1
Theological Argumentation +2
Ancient Languages -3
Cross Cultural +2
Primary Leadership -3

Special Feats:

Leading Worship +2
Leading Children +3
Technical Wizardry +6

This character is especially suited for assistant pastoral positions in small to medium sized churches where the odd jobs abound. He could also function well in a medium sized church as overseer of these ministries as his intermediate leadership skills are strong, however due to the negative modifier on primary leadership, you should probably avoid placing him in this position as it may lead to critical mental fatigue.

My thought-‘servations about Friends.

Today I was planning on living life as normal. I hadn’t given out my birth date to anyone, hadn’t mentioned it, had even skirted the issue yesterday at lunch (though Facebook has a way of making things like birthdays pretty obvious). I was going to try not really celebrating it at all this year. I have had small birthday parties, combined birthday parties, but invariably, there’s always some sort of get-together. This time, with the way events fell in my family I was sure that I was going to have a quiet birthday for the first time.

And God laughed.

The awesome thing about friends is that they don’t always take clues well.

I fully expected a decent number of communications on Facebook, text, and perhaps a phone call or two, but I wasn’t expecting an announcement in chapel, at lunch, and then a not-well-kept-secret surprise party tonight. It wasn’t what I wanted, but it was something I’ve not experienced before, so it was cool. Embarrassed the socks off me, but it was cool and it helped me to think through something that I needed to think through.

I don’t deserve my friends.

I doubt anybody ever really does, but it still hit me like a hydroplaning deer. I’ve never been hit by a hydroplaning deer, so I imagine that this is what it would feel like. Oddly, there was no sense of self evaluation or really any self in that thought at all. I am in relationship with a group of people on an individual level, that I have no right to. I always try to be a good friend, but in the end, I don’t really measure up to what a friend should be…and the fact that I can interact with their lives, and they can interact with mine is beautiful.

I have a friend in God. His friendship is deeper than even marriage. We always talk about a marriage or a friendship that will last for eternity, but in reality, marriage is over at death. The emotional attachment to the memory ghost may remain until the other spouse dies, but the ability to interact with that person ceases to exist. Not so with God, Neither of us could ever lose our ability to interact, neither of us really die; God has chosen me, and that leaves the only variable in the equation as my commitment, but even in that, He hasn’t left me alone. I am incapable of maintaining my commitment to God, so he has made a way to keep me in His love through my ups and downs. Our friendship is deeper than the marriage vows and more unchangeable than the atomic number of a water molecule. As a single guy, I can only imagine the depth of commitment and love of a marriage that has made it 50 years. In truth, I can’t comprehend a truly eternal relationship where I have more than the time of the world to get to know my creator who will walk and talk with me in the morning under the oak trees by the river…

But I’ve got great friends and family who can show me a little bit of the magnificence of that kind of relationship, and one day, perhaps I’ll get to share some of that with a wife. With or without a wife though, I have the best in life simply by keeping my relationship with the creator strong.

More like kids

Sometimes I think about the fact that I could get along with adults easier if they would act a little bit more like children in a few key areas.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I think that kids are perfect little angels when they were born, then somehow go wrong as thet get older. I’m really not that naive, haha… I have several nieces and nephews.

Children tend to be quite open to other people, and they are not afraid to admit when they really have no idea. I wouldn’t mind seeing a little more of that in the world these days. I’m trying to work on that myself.

Repetitions child

There is an age-old saying that goes like this, “Repetition is the mother of Learning”…but I would posit to you that Repetition is the mother of two children. One was born with no hands.

Bored ChildThe only difference between Learning and Boredom is application.

If you can’t or don’t apply what you’re repeating, it will become boring.

One builds, the other destroys.

Great things can come from people escaping Boredom, but only depression comes from people living in it.

Lives were made to have purpose.