Hey it’s me Mark!
So the Gospel at mass this last Sunday was from the beginning of Mark’s gospel:
Hey, it’s me the gospel writer Mark!
The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.
As it is written in Isaiah the prophet, “Behold, I send my messenger before thy face, who shall prepare thy way; the voice of one crying in the wilderness: Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight”
John the baptizer appeared in the wilderness, preaching a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. And there went out to him all the country of Judea, and all the people of Jerusalem; and they were baptized by him in the river Jordan, confessing their sins.
Now John was clothed with camel’s hair, and had a leather girdle around his waist, and ate locusts and wild honey. And he preached, saying, “After me comes he who is mightier than I, the thong of whose sandals I am not worthy to stoop down and untie. I have baptized you with water; but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit.”
People think the Bible is boring. They think it’s this old dead book. Dry. Stodgy. But it’s not! I mean, read this passage! Mark is basically a screenwriter! Continue reading
Hey, it’s me Mark!
I am a writer.
I want to be a writer.
I am working on becoming a better writer.
I’d like to be a writer someday.
I wish I was a writer.
Maybe at some point, I’ll put my thoughts down in a blog and it won’t make people cringe while they read it.
Creating Stuff Is Hard
When I sit down to write something, a post, a letter, an email, a shopping list, a very loud voice inside of me perks up and says, “Oh good, the dummy is going to bother people with his idiocy.” And I have pretty good self-esteem in general. Ten years ago, before I was this awesome, writing was impossible. I’d get paralyzed immediately.
Hey, it’s me Mark!
One of the foundational ideas in improv is “yes and.” I feel bad for not talking about it earlier, but it is big and I couldn’t quite figure out how to present it. So I’m going to just try and take some small nibbles and see if we can’t all start to understand this idea a little better.
This weekend, my nieces visited us. Now, these are new nieces that I picked up by marrying a wonderful woman who happened to have some nieces. But they live far away in a distant land called Georgia, where things are more quaint and warm. We don’t get to see these nieces much, so I was determined to secure the “favorite uncle” title that I believe I deserve. Continue reading