my father's true self,
ben's playing bloc party while my dad was around/calling me out on shit,
nate's felt pressure. (because i care)
Dad- I've been meaning to tell you this for some time now. I hope you understand my words and they are sensible and good. This message isn't for other people, it is for you. It doesn't make sense for other people, it makes sense for you. Please understand that I love you, I am your son, and I know you- I have been watching you since I was young and able to be attentive.
Dad, I hope you never learn to text message. It is a useless, silly, fleeting means of feigned communication that you musn't waste your concentration on (your fingers were made like they are, not to press cell phone buttons, but to touch wood and make things). That also goes for learning to work switches and buttons and screens and remotes. I hope you never have to be wearied by these ridiculous technologies. Don't listen to all the words around you, please, and feel obligated to have and utalize these luxuries/burdens. They are simply expensive, meaningless jewels that demand your attention, time, and life. They will break and rust, and spending time trying to understand them will not enrich your life. You know this is true.
You don't need power windows in the car (they just break and are fussy. and how would you fix that?). The house should be colder in the winter time (put on a sweater) and hotter in the summer time (you shouldn't have to wear socks).
You are not a business man. Your feet don't even physically fit into a business man's shoes- this should be reason enough. You don't like the surface-level, silly, fake conversations that are steeped in pride, feelings of entitlement, and greed. You like talking with the humble men and women of this world- those with their feet on the ground. Those who serve. Those who are in love. Those who you love and those who love you, who would sacrifice and give without question. That is where the poor in spirit lie. A community of believers with melted hearts, seeking to bring redemtion to creation (through action) instead of seeking to keep themselves comfortable. You were not made for spread sheets, business meetings, and financial goals/management/gain.
You are meticulous and organized because that's what it takes to carve a chest of drawers. You love working with your hands, not with post-it's and dollars and cents. You are a carpenter. You love the natural simplicity of creation- the outdoors. Taking a walk, dragging dead branches, watching the bats bring night in, listening to thunder with a cigar, laughing at pea-brained squirrels, smelling sycamore leaves falling, watering tomatoes, setting charlotte loose in a field.
You love simplicity because it makes sense, because it is good, because it's what Christ loves.
Sorry if any of this offended you, but someone needed to say it.
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