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!
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
Hey, it’s me Mark!
So the other day I was driving in the left lane because I was planning on making a left turn up ahead. A guy came up behind me started honking. My car is not good. I was going as fast as I was able, but the guy behind me wasn’t satisfied. When we got to the light, I got in the left turn lane, and he pulled up next to me.
“You need to be in the right lane!” he informed me loudly.
“But I’m making a left turn.”
“You need to be in the right lane!” he reiterated. He was not pleased with me.
So what was going on here? Why was he so angry? I’ll tell you: he was angry because I’m different from him. Continue reading