You don’t rock all the time. No one does. No one is a rock star, superstar, world-changing artist all the time. In fact, it’s a self-defeating goal. You can’t do it.

No, but you might rock five minutes a day.

Five minutes to write a blog post that changes everything, or five minutes to deliver an act of generosity that changes someone. Five minutes to invent a great new feature, or five minutes to teach a groundbreaking skill in a way that no one ever thought of before. Five minutes to tell the truth (or hear the truth).

Kanskje du skal sende en mail til Ordforrådet om dette?

The work you do while you procrastinate is probably the work you should be doing for the rest of your life.

Brit-Silje: “Er det ikke mye kjekkere å spille på ordentlig?”
EirikE: “Jo! Men det er jo utrolig slitsomt.”

La oss lære å kjenne Herren, la oss jage etter å kjenne ham!

Han kommer like visst som lyset om morgenen. Han kommer til oss som regnet, lik vårregn som væter jorden.

You came here because we do this better than you, and part of that is letting our creatives be unproductive until they are.

There are basically two types of people. People who accomplish things, and people who claim to have accomplished things. The first group is less crowded.

He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.

If you haven’t had a real Internet phone before, and you’re a wired kind of person, there are social stresses. If you can always glance at your email or Gtalk or Twitstream, the temptation to fill any otherwise-blank moment by doing so is considerable. Your mind may find itself classifying a lull in conversation with your spouse as an “otherwise-blank moment” which turns out almost always to be inappropriate.

The long-running tech-industry war between engineers and marketers has been ended at craigslist by the simple expedient of having no marketers. Only programmers, customer service reps, and accounting staff work at craigslist. There is no business development, no human resources, no sales. As a result, there are no meetings. The staff communicates by email and IM. This is a nice environment for employees of a certain temperament. “Not that we’re a Shangri-La or anything,” Buckmaster says, “but no technical people have ever left the company of their own accord.

Alle vil forandre verden, men ingen vil forandre seg selv.

What is it about this relatively simple process that’s so confusing, Bob? Software manufacturer notifies user an update is available, user decides whether or not to download and install it.

Unless you’re just saying that people who have Safari installed — including, apparently, you — are incapable of making binary decisions on their own. That’s an interesting theory, but one that doesn’t paint you in a very good light.

The one person the Macalope knows who might fall into this category is Mrs. Macalope. But her default setting is “no”. Every time the software update window appears she ignores it. It sits there bouncing away in the Dock and somehow she manages to ignore it. Meanwhile, the Macalope, sitting next to her on the couch CAN SEE NOTHING BUT THE BOUNCING ICON IN MRS. MACALOPE’S DOCK. OH, MY GOD! WHEN IS SHE GOING TO CLICK ON THAT AND AT LEAST MAKE IT STOP BOUNCING?! CAN’T SHE SEE IT?! HAS SHE LOST HER PERIPHERAL VISION?! DID SHE HAVE A STROKE?! SHOULD THE MACALOPE RUSH HER TO THE HOSPITAL?! AFTER DOWNLOADING AND INSTALLING THE UPDATE?!

But even she’s making a decision — she’s choosing to ignore it. How she does that for an entire episode of Weeds, the Macalope has no idea, but she does.

There once was a man, his name John, sent by God to point out the way to the Life-Light. He came to show everyone where to look, who to believe in. John was not himself the Light; he was there to show the way to the Light.

The Life-Light was the real thing:
     Every person entering Life
     he brings into Light.
He was in the world,
     the world was there through him,
     and yet the world didn’t even notice.
He came to his own people,
     but they didn’t want him.
But whoever did want him,
     who believed he was who he claimed
     and would do what he said,
He made to be their true selves,
     their child-of-God selves.
These are the God-begotten,
     not blood-begotten,
     not flesh-begotten,
     not sex-begotten.

The Word became flesh and blood,
     and moved into the neighborhood.
We saw the glory with our own eyes,
     the one-of-a-kind glory,
     like Father, like Son,
Generous inside and out,
     true from start to finish.

The matter is quite simple. The Bible is very easy to understand. But we Christians are a bunch of scheming swindlers. We pretend to be unable to understand it because we know very well that the minute we understand, we are obliged to act accordingly. Take any word in the New Testament and forget everything except pledging yourself to act accordingly. My God, you will say, if I do that my whole life will be ruined. How would I ever get on in the world?

Herein lies the real place of Christian scolarship. Christian scholarship is the Church’s prodigious invention to defend itself against the Bible, to ensure that we can continue to be good Christians without the Bible coming too close. Oh, priceless scholarship, what would we do without you? Dreadful it is to fall into the hands of the living God. Yes, it is even dreadful to be alone with the New Testament.

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Haarr: – Er du glad i Jesus?

I desse heimane bur folket.

Det er eit sterkt, tungt folk, som grev seg gjennom livet med grubling og slit, putlar med jorda og granskar Skrifta, piner korn av auren og von av draumene sine, trur på skillingen og trøystar seg til Gud.

But [the preacher] must  remember the ones he is speaking to who beneath all the clothes they wear are the poor, bare, forked animals who labor and are heavy laden under the burden of their own lives let alone of the world’s tragic life.

There is the one who can’t stop thinking about suicide. The one who experiences his own sexuality as a guilt of which he can never be absolved. The one whose fear of death is only a screen behind which lies his deeper fear of life. The one who is in a way crippled by her own beauty because it has meant that she has never had to be loving or human to be loved but only beautiful. And the angry one. The lonely one.

For the preacher to be relevant to the staggering problems of history is to risk being irrelevant to the staggering problems of the ones who sits there listening out of their own histories. To deal with the problems which there is a possible solution can be a way of avoiding the problems to which humanly speaking there is no solution. When Jesus was brought to the place where his friend Lazarus lay dead, for instance, he did not offer any solution. He only wept. Then the other things he said and did. But first he simply let his tears be his word.

Men eg syns det e litt domt… Me trenge liksom gutta bare for å tenke.

There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy’s life that he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.

I like coffee so much that I have tea for breakfast: The first cup of the day in particular is so good that I’m afraid I won’t be able to properly appreciate it when I am half-asleep. Therefore, I celebrate it two hours later when I am fully conscious.