I'm alive because the God who made the universe thought me up and breathed life into me. After several decades of pondering this truth, I'm yet bewildered in my struggle to understand it's full application to my identity, purpose and life trajectory. I've been slow to learn that true contentment happens NOT by seeking and finding the most preferable set of circumstances in life, but through making much of the One who started life in motion, in every circumstance. While I fight through these inner mysteries, the following are some of the ways I cherish, examine, capture, document and respond to the beautiful, painful, joyful, complicated, fun and challenging journey I've been given to walk.
Dijitol Kitchin was a random phrase/ rhyme line in a spoof rap song I threw together for a wedding gift. It ended up being the name I gave the electronica music I spent several years composing!
My video camera is never far. I like documenting the joys and the beauty and the mysteries of life! My iPod Nano helped me do that for many years, and now my GoPro and my Nikon SLRs help me do the job!
Mostly work from my College days when I was more motivated to paint, design, combine, juxtapose, form, print and develop art.
I create. I design. I compose, capture and combine. In college I used brushes and paper, pencils paints and handheld tools. Today, most of my composition happens on a 13.5 inch Macbook Pro via Adobe Photoshop and Final Cut Pro!
A glimpse into the wonderings, speculations, analyzations and critical ponderances that regularly overflow from the relentless, never-ending circus of mental stirrings on tap in my mind at any given moment.
I read this Hebrews 4:1-2 devotional today about the relationship between belief and obedience… ouch… conviction… I need to stop writing these silly words, and ACTUALLY start believing what I say I believe… my lack of doing is saying a lot about my lack of believing…
Today I witnessed the largest hail storm I’ve ever experienced! For almost 20 minutes quarter sized balls of ice were hurled to the ground by a very tormented sky. I stood on the porch of the house where I was working, and watched, helplessly as my Rav4, and the other cars parked in the street were battered and severely dented by the hail. Later on my way home, as I drove through other parts of town, I noticed various busted windshields and other serious damages caused by the storm. The only thing that was going through my head as I watched the very heavy ice balls cover the late spring lawns and walkways and roofs and cars of downtown Reading, PA was Romans 8:22, the verse that says creation has been groaning in expectation for the restoration of all things. Creation is definitely beginning to groan a bit more loudly these days.
I guess the new texture on the surface of my Rav4 will now serve as my reminder of this verse, and perhaps I will be motivated to pray more earnestly for many souls to be still be saved before Jesus comes back to restore all things back to their original perfect state!
Like a lot of my fellow single members of society, I have some fear when it comes to the idea of marriage. Our fears, rooted in a cornucopia of distortions and wrong perspectives, breed caution, hesitation and anxiety. And, as a sad result, fewer single adults are stepping boldly and successfully into lives of Holy matrimony which, when done correctly is one of the necessary cornerstones of a functioning and lasting society. Statistics and stories of the unhappily married world around us feed these fears. Hearing and seeing married friends and family beaten and battered by the challenges and hardships of living in marital covenant with their spouse, til death do they part feed these fears. But, with the help of the Holy Spirit, and the wisdom of the Bible, (as well as great thinkers/authors like Timothy and Cathy Keller) I see these fears are unnecessary and even avoidable with some key perspective shifts leading back to a more Biblical understanding of the purpose and meaning of marriage.
This is a link to a YouTube video where Timothy Keller and his wife discuss these topics from their book: The Meaning of Marriage
He finally has what he fought for, empty, organized space. He squirmed and sighed when others were in it, but now, perfect and straight, unhindered and easy, cold, selfish, silence screams louder than the annoyance of any prior disorder. He evaded and avoided the mess of others. So often he walked a parallel path, uninvolved in theirs, aware but not part of their joys or their sorrows, while juggling his own unmade plans for tomorrow, waving but saving his own life in bottles. He’s drowning in surplus of all he preserved, so much has turned bitter and tasteless and rotten, too much for one man, while others forgotten. He’s barely afloat on a sea of self, starving.
But, waste no good time on solutions for his discontentment. What gain would be gotten from saving a perpetually disappointed man? What profit can come from his pessimist perspectives. The sudden new blossoms of NO ONE and NOTHING, fill fields in his heart, a well-ripened harvest, grown on well nurtured trees of his critical judgement, a payment perhaps, for his demands of perfection. Who taught him to need such unreachable standards? Who pressured him often towards perfect performance? Demanded of him, and now HE demands it. With more of the same and his self-seeking aim, his trail grows yet darker, and ironically tame, he’s far from real life as he squanders his days. His gaze, fixed on whom and the what he prefers, only speeds his hard-to-please, aimless, journey on, towards an inevitable end, a quiet, lonely, disappointing death. Continue reading
I discovered Palmas de Mamre in 2004. I was traveling with some surfers from Pasadena, CA for the purpose of surfing and scoping out options and locations in Costa Rica where they could bring a short-term missions team to serve. Our list of missionary contacts in Costa Rica included mostly coastal communities where surfing was a large part of the culture. Palmas de Mamre was the only location on our list far from waves. As I learned during that first visit, and many subsequent visits over the next decade for various different projects and missions, Palmas de Mamre does not fit neatly into any normal category of Christian missions bases. Palmas De Mamre is an experience unlike any other. For those who’ve not had the privilege of spending time with Ana Moshenek on the Sarapiqui River, it is a hard ‘experience’ to grasp. It is for this reason, that I want to attempt to tell the story of Palmas De Mamre, via video, photos and words. It is for this reason that I re-visited the mission several weeks ago (February 2014). In two weeks, I was able to gather 122 gb of photos and video footage with the goal of telling the Palmas de Mamre story. I hope to have a video completed in the next few months, but until then, here is the story in word form. I’ve also uploaded several hundred still images from this most recent time at Palmas De Mamre in this album for anyone who would like to visualize what you are reading. Continue reading
Final two photo albums from our time in Managua, Nicaragua!
I find myself asking God to help me become a better person a lot. I ask Him to make me a better lover of people when I notice my wretched selfishness. I ask Him to help me have more faith. I ask Him to help eliminate my unbelief, my doubt, my fear, my impatience, my worries. I ask Him because I know He’s listening, watching and wanting to help me and I want to agree and align my desires with His desires. My desire, (and I believe, His desire) is to be changed from my selfish, impatient, unloving, half-hearted, broken, weak flesh-powered life into a healthy, whole-hearted, free, loving, ambassador of Christ, with my eyes and hopes set on eternal things, not earthly things.
These are nice things to desire, and they are nice to throw around in nice Christ-centered conversations with nice people who live in nice happy places, and go to nice churches and want nice things for their lives. But, ironically enough, the answers to these pleas for help often come in ways that aren’t so nice. Continue reading
Benjamen Nolot, director of the award winning documentary on human-trafficking, Nefarious, gives a riveting two part message exposing pop-culture’s toxic doctrines about human sexuality as not only a severe human sickness sweeping across the face of the earth, but also the hidden poisonous, satanic root nourishing our world’s horrific and unfathomable epidemic of sex-slavery.
Do you have a pulse? Do you have a sex drive? Do you want to see the sanctity and value of sex restored to its rightful place? Or do you think pop-culture’s Godless ideologies about sex are perfectly fine? If you answered yes to any of these questions, you should take the time to listen to the two part message linked below!
click and listen… its well worth your time!