Monthly Archives: November 2010

Where do ideas come from

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Ideas are often born in the strangest of places

And the good ones are welcomed home like once familiar faces

Sometimes when we’re awake and alert enough to notice

Or maybe when we’re sleeping and subconsciously courageous

Ideas don’t come from sitting idle, watching movies or television

But ideas may come from outside of us, like through the wonder of God’s creation

Ideas may be born within while reading or listening to a lecture

And the bigger ideas tend to leapfrog the ones that are mediocre

Mediocre ideas are the ones that are copying what’s working right this minute

But a good ideas can come from a bad idea, if we look around or within it

Ideas come in spurts, and often from the trouble that finds us

They also come from our ego, but are best when selfless and generous

Ideas occur in the aftermath when dissimilar universes collide

Ideas fear experts, but they adore the beginner’s mind

Ideas don’t need a passport, and often cross borders (of all kinds) with impunity

Sometimes ideas come from fear (which may be a redeeming quality in movies)

They also come from confidence, one success building on another

Sometimes they even come from humility, or are birthed from failure

Ideas often strive to meet our expectations: If we expect them to appear, they do

Ideas come out of the corner of the eye, and in the shower, and when we’re not trying, too

Ideas hate places where there is a history of criticism

Ideas also abhor personal attacks, boredom and cynicism

An idea must come from somewhere, because if it doesn’t join us here, it’s hidden.

And hidden ideas don’t ship, have no influence, and no intersection with the market or our vision.

This list of where ideas come from isn’t complete, it’s just a taste

For ideas are often born in the strangest of places



I could really relate to Seth’s list, and added a couple of my own.  Where do your ideas come from?


My Utmost – The Trial of Faith

If you have faith as a mustard seed . . . nothing will be impossible for you —Matthew 17:20


i really thought that i could die

give up my life for the One gave His

believed in my heart and my mind’s eye

though He slay me, yet i will trust Him


but then He chose not to heal her pain

to bring her home and leave us here alone

my faith saw healing that never came

a glorious plan that he didn’t condone


i’ve always trusted that His ways weren’t mine

His plan always worked together for good

i never questioned that He would do right

i thought i trusted, thought i understood


but faith is not my getting because i believe

it’s not by my trust that He accomplishes His will

it’s about my surrender to what i can’t see

it’s allowing Him to control while i am still


though He slay me or mine, i will trust His ways

my anger and hurt He is able to console

so i worship Him and trust Him for all of my days

to be involved in my part of His perfect whole




My Utmost – The Eternal Goal

Because you have obeyed me . . . I will bless you . . . —Genesis 22:16-17

i long to hear the voice of God

whispering quietly in my ear

a brush, a nudge, a gentle touch

all signs to me that He is near

i’ve talked to God for most of life

praying, fasting, and seeking

i realize that the conversation goes both ways

but only in the quiet when i’m listening

it’s tough to discern, i can scarce make it out

there’s a sea of voices all my own

but when i hear Him in the midst of it all

a light on my path is clearly shown

so in daily obedience i will seek after Him

deliberately quieting my mind and heart

in discipline i have hidden His word away

and through listening, each day will i start


To blog, or not to blog…

I’ve been reading about the art and science of beginning a blog on, which is a HUGELY beneficial resource for new bloggers.  I’m still finding my voice, but thanks to John (@human3rror), it was obvious to me that I needed to change platforms.  So, based on his advice, I’m in the process of migrating to WordPress.  Someday I may host my own on, but I’ll use for now. 

As my way of saying thanks for his wisdom, I borrowed from Shakespeare and wrote this post to honor my new friend.  (John was also instrumental in my decision to enroll at DTS, but that’s another post for another day…)


To blog, or not to blog–that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to publish

The sayings and postings of other bloggers

Or to make my own way in a sea of troubles

And by posting show them. To post, to write–

No more–and by a post to say we end

The search, and the thousand natural hits

My site is heir to. ‘Tis an SEO strategy

Devoutly to be wished. To post, to write–

To post–perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub,

For in that post of mine what content may come

When we have turned off the site analytics,

Must give us pause. There’s the strategy

That makes not a disaster of so much code.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of comments,

Th’ moderator’s wrong, the anonymous man’s insult

The pangs of unread posts, the reader’s delay,

The insolence of comments, and the spurns

That patient merit of th’ unread blog,

When he himself might his own comments make

With a bare blog? Who would writing bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary MAC light,

But that the dread of something after blogging,

The undiscovered country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns with writers’ block,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to other sites we know not of?

Thus our commentless posts make cowards of us all,

And thus the default theme of WordPress

Is sicklied o’er with the pale cut and paste,

And enterprise of great posts and content

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the names of readers. — Choose you now,

Oh fair Blogger! — Change, in Standard Theme

Be all my comments remembered.

no pain…but gain

Originally posted 10/21/10

Many of you who know me know the struggle we’ve been facing as our good friend Jennifer has been fighting cancer.  (You can read more about it on her blog at  If you’re not already familiar with her blog, I encourage you to go read it.  Now.  I’ll still be here when you get back…)

As a result of her struggle, I wrote the following sonnet a few days before she passed. I’m sharing it here because it helped me process what’s been going on, but mostly I’m sharing it here because it gives me an opportunity to point others to her blog. (See note above.  If you haven’t done so yet, please visit her blog now.  You will not regret it.)


the fear of death is a sense of falling

the dread of emptiness is a bad dream

lonely moods are an echoing canyon

futile thoughts flow in a reflecting stream

vexed with God for His meaningless purpose

angry with sin for its masterful aims

perplexing wonders of this fragile shell

sublime secrets of delicate remains

our bodies are temples, destroyed, rebuilt

our forms of worship, demolished, reborn

today’s faith is the sun gently cresting

tomorrow’s hope, the arrival of morn

healing or passing is life without pain

living or dying is Christ or it’s gain

We will miss you, Jenn.  But as my friend Tom recently reminded me, you now know to be true what we here can only believe.

Grace and peace,


Rico and Eric

Originally posted 9/20/10

My mom sent me this article a few days ago.  It’s worth a read…,0,4187487.story

The Borjas and Ramirez families were two of MANY families impacted by my mom and dad’s ministry.  This article only scratches the surface of the life-change that has resulted from these two families.  Our hearts and prayers go out to both the Borjas and Ramirez families for the ultimate sacrifice.

“Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.”  John 15:13.

Rico Borjas and Eric Ramirez

though not related, were brothers at heart

“not easily separated” dad says

their lifelong friendship had an early start

tied together at birth by heritage

more in common than not, they grew as friends

each willing to risk all on limb and ledge

life fully lived, not expected to end

there’s something more that perhaps you don’t know

each placed trust in Christ, for His glory lived

God, family, country not just a motto

in that order, they’d say, our lives we give

for that their memories are now enshrined

on Highway 44, memorialized

Thanks Rico and Eric. We honor your memory and bring fame to the Father on your behalf.

Grace and peace,



Originally posted 9/14/10

I had a class assignment this week to write my own definition for creativity.  Then, to illustrate my definition in a creative way.  Here’s what I came up with:

CreativityChanging one’s viewpoint to see the various sides of an issue or problem, particularly those that others don’t see, in order to discern the solution that likewise eludes them.

when i was young my view was small

i saw right around me, but that was all

my outlook changed as i matured

my worldview molded by what I’ve endured

but still i choose to try to rise above

to try to fly as the Spirit does

to gain a perspective from where I’ve not been

a less twisted view as seen from heaven

a creative perspective from where i ought

or sometimes, even, from where i’m not

How does that compare with your view of creativity? Can you offer a definition that’s unique to you?

Grace and peace,