I have had people recommend this book (Blue Like Jazz) to me many times over the past few years. One person in particular has recommended it at least three times. I am not sure if she even remembers recommending it. So someone gave me a copy yesterday and I began to read it. It is an easy read and I am enjoying it. With permission to write in the book, I made notes this morning.
The author tells stories from his life. They have contained good tidbits. But then I hit chapter 11 this morning. I had to hold back tears. I could feel the weight growing as I progressed through the chapter. I think that is called conviction. *sigh*
One thing that has been on my mind a lot the last few weeks (not a new thought) was that it is about people. Earlier in the book this line hit me.
“Interacting with these guys showed me how shallow and self-centered my Christian faith had become. Many of the students hated the very idea of God, and yet they cared more about people than I did.” –Blue Like Jazz
They cared more about people than I did. I fear not seeing people. I also fear forgetting people. Sadly there are just too many. I forget too often and I am blind more than I care to admit. Honestly, I try not to let it effect me too much. I try to be in the moment and love the people I am with. To listen to them, celebrate their joys, and share in their pain and heartache. I am sure God is there using me even when I mess up (which I am thankful for).
I look up just now and realize it is 8am. I woke up this morning after getting in bed too early (8:45) but not going to sleep until 9:30 or 10. I rolled over and did not want to look at the clock but I did and it was 3am. I had thought it would be 2am and I was thankful it was an hour later. I thought I should close my eyes but I knew sleep would not come but prayer did (at least to some extent).
Now five hours have passed. I think I have been slightly productive with my time. I have a few hours of classes for Google Certification I want to knock out. I also want to finish this book. I used a shovel yesterday and I plan to use it again today. That was different. It has been some time since I used a shovel in America.
Yes, lots of time today.