After more than three years of dormancy, things here are being re-reconsidered. This blog is being hijacked by Mrs. Chris Campbell, Christy Campbell. That's right, Chris and Christy Campbell. But wait, there's more. We have a son named after his dad sooooooooo... You got it. Chris, Christy, and Christopher Campbell. Just so you know, we don't have a "Chris" thing or a "C" thing so no suggestions that we name our next child Christian or Christine. We're just two people in love whose names share the same first six letters.
My first official act as proprietor of this blog is to rename it. Now, I really like "All things reconsidered." The hubby came up with a good blog name- he is clever like that. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a public radio junky. Gosh, now I am thinking that I should keep it. Wait. Am i reconsidering renaming "All things reconsidered"? We'll see what happens...
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Saturday, March 03, 2007
My Space
Hey everyone,
I know we haven't talked in awhile, but I have been crazy busy lately. I do have a few stories to share, but that will have to come later. In the meantime, check out my new myspace page and listen to my music from my upcoming EP that I am tediously working one. Hope you enjoy. www.myspace.com/chriscampbellrocks
I know we haven't talked in awhile, but I have been crazy busy lately. I do have a few stories to share, but that will have to come later. In the meantime, check out my new myspace page and listen to my music from my upcoming EP that I am tediously working one. Hope you enjoy. www.myspace.com/chriscampbellrocks
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Communion
Homework Assignment:
Several weeks ago, I had one of the most holy church experiences that I have been meaning to share with everyone. For the past year, I have had much difficulty in finding a worship service where I feel comfortable. I really set high standards for what I was looking for and found myself distracted with hardened-heart at the least little deviation from my "ideal church."
Over the past few months, I felt someone or something calling me to go back to this episcopal church I had been visiting previously. I left because I was still looking and found myself getting lost in all of the liturgy of the service. Though I felt called to give it another try, my pride would not let me. Before leaving this church, I told the priest my reservations about liturgical worship and that I would continue looking for a church home elsewhere. He told me that it sounded like I was shopping for religion, and that I would never find what I was looking for. He meant this for my own good, but it still hurt my feelings and my pride. Therefore, my pride would not let me go back for foolish fear that he would get some satisfaction out of being right. Utter foolishness.
After several Sundays of driving to this sanctuary only to turn away at the last minute, I finally broke down and gave in. I was welcomed like a prodigal son back into the arms of this beautiful family. I felt this warm fuzzy peace that consumed me from the inside out that I know it must have shown through the smile on my face as we sang hymns and recited prayers that are centuries old.
I was already in a very holy place that day, but God wasn't done with me yet. As I approached the altar for communion, a notion popped into my head that I should try to picture Jesus himself serving me communion. So I did my best and pictured the first artist rendition of Jesus that came into my head. He had the most reverent and loving look to his face, and though he wasn't really smiling, there was something about his eyes that was comforting and extinguished all fear and doubt in that still small moment. He gently placed the bread into my cupped hands while saying, "Take and eat. This is my body that is broken for you." I held in my hand for what seemed to be hours thinking of what this really meant and how it felt for Jesus to speak these words to me. Then he slowly lifted the chalice up to my lips and with closed eyes I drank. He said, "Take and drink. This is my blood which was poured out for you." After this, the priest who had hurt my feelings so many months back blessed me right then and there and made the sign of the cross on my forehead. My spirit was broken, and I began to cry softly as I made my way back to my seat.
So that's your homework assignment. I want you all to try this experiment the next time you take communion, and let me know the outcome. I hope you all find a new appreciation for the Lord's Supper like I have this year. I love you all, and God bless.
Several weeks ago, I had one of the most holy church experiences that I have been meaning to share with everyone. For the past year, I have had much difficulty in finding a worship service where I feel comfortable. I really set high standards for what I was looking for and found myself distracted with hardened-heart at the least little deviation from my "ideal church."
Over the past few months, I felt someone or something calling me to go back to this episcopal church I had been visiting previously. I left because I was still looking and found myself getting lost in all of the liturgy of the service. Though I felt called to give it another try, my pride would not let me. Before leaving this church, I told the priest my reservations about liturgical worship and that I would continue looking for a church home elsewhere. He told me that it sounded like I was shopping for religion, and that I would never find what I was looking for. He meant this for my own good, but it still hurt my feelings and my pride. Therefore, my pride would not let me go back for foolish fear that he would get some satisfaction out of being right. Utter foolishness.
After several Sundays of driving to this sanctuary only to turn away at the last minute, I finally broke down and gave in. I was welcomed like a prodigal son back into the arms of this beautiful family. I felt this warm fuzzy peace that consumed me from the inside out that I know it must have shown through the smile on my face as we sang hymns and recited prayers that are centuries old.
I was already in a very holy place that day, but God wasn't done with me yet. As I approached the altar for communion, a notion popped into my head that I should try to picture Jesus himself serving me communion. So I did my best and pictured the first artist rendition of Jesus that came into my head. He had the most reverent and loving look to his face, and though he wasn't really smiling, there was something about his eyes that was comforting and extinguished all fear and doubt in that still small moment. He gently placed the bread into my cupped hands while saying, "Take and eat. This is my body that is broken for you." I held in my hand for what seemed to be hours thinking of what this really meant and how it felt for Jesus to speak these words to me. Then he slowly lifted the chalice up to my lips and with closed eyes I drank. He said, "Take and drink. This is my blood which was poured out for you." After this, the priest who had hurt my feelings so many months back blessed me right then and there and made the sign of the cross on my forehead. My spirit was broken, and I began to cry softly as I made my way back to my seat.
So that's your homework assignment. I want you all to try this experiment the next time you take communion, and let me know the outcome. I hope you all find a new appreciation for the Lord's Supper like I have this year. I love you all, and God bless.
Voicemail
I left your voice on my machine
just to have you close to me.
Was that a foolish thing to do?
You didn't have a lot to say,
but what's the difference anyway?
It's not what you say but when you do
those stupid little things you do.
I went to church on Saturday
to catch a holy matinee,
but Jesus isn't working here today.
For sanctuary I'm a whore.
I found myself at your front door
just hoping to hear you say
"I miss you; won't you stay...
With me, and hold me close till I can no longer breath
until you let me go.
And you, you can break my heart in two
if that's what you need to do.
I ran my fingers through your hair,
I should've kissed you then and there;
but my heart, the mind betrays.
God, it breaks me when she smiles
and leaves me strung out like this for miles
if just to say,
"I love you. Is that O.K....
With you, and we might be the two
that make the movies jealous.
But me, you might break my heart in three,
but we'll just have to wait and see.
just to have you close to me.
Was that a foolish thing to do?
You didn't have a lot to say,
but what's the difference anyway?
It's not what you say but when you do
those stupid little things you do.
I went to church on Saturday
to catch a holy matinee,
but Jesus isn't working here today.
For sanctuary I'm a whore.
I found myself at your front door
just hoping to hear you say
"I miss you; won't you stay...
With me, and hold me close till I can no longer breath
until you let me go.
And you, you can break my heart in two
if that's what you need to do.
I ran my fingers through your hair,
I should've kissed you then and there;
but my heart, the mind betrays.
God, it breaks me when she smiles
and leaves me strung out like this for miles
if just to say,
"I love you. Is that O.K....
With you, and we might be the two
that make the movies jealous.
But me, you might break my heart in three,
but we'll just have to wait and see.
Public Service Annoncement
Due to some recent comments from one of my newest fans, I will now be screening comments from all readers. Any comments that contain offensive language/material will be deleted from posting. I will try to not be hypocritical and will hold all my future posts to the same standard. I apologize to all my readers for this inconvenient precaution. I hope this does not deter my loyal fans from commenting. I love your thoughts and that you seem to genuinely enjoy mine. Please keep reading. Thanks again.
The Management
The Management
Groundhog Day
Happy Belated Groundhog Day, Bloggers!
It has been a very interesting week full of many interesting creatures in the wonderful world of veterinary medicine. Wednesday, I unfortunately had the duty of euthanizing a 19 year old captive mountain lion named Sheela. Although extremely sad, the procedure went very smoothly and humanely. The old girl purred like a small engine as we approached her cage. Though she seemed sweet through the chain-link fence, I had to sedate her with a blowdart so that I could get venous access to finish the procedure. Some of her primary caregivers were there to help me and be with her in her last minutes. It was a very emotional and sobering scene, but the caregivers were very appreciative as to how smoothly the procedure went.
Friday provided a more pleasant and humorous story. If you were not aware, last Friday was Groundhog Day. Friday at lunch, I recieved a call about a sick groundhog. I thought surely this was a joke from one of our receptionists who likes to play on my habit of being gullible (or extremely trustworthy as I like to think). But to my surprise, this was for reals, ya'll. Around 1pm, "Smith Lake Jake", the channel 6 groundhog, waddled into my clinic with a huge abscess under her chin. Now, I have never seen or treated a groundhog, but I have treated tons of abscesses none of which are very pleasant to the senses. I took Jake into my arms, and she made the funniest high-pitched chirping sound. The owner informed me that if only I support her bottom, she would desist this vocal protest. We had a time getting Jake to go to sleep for the procedure. Take home point for all of you who may have to treat an abscess in a groundhog: apparently, they are highly resistant to gas anesthesia. Long story short, we successfully drained the abscess, and Jake is doing well. I just found it very funny to see my first groundhog on groundhog day.
It has been a very interesting week full of many interesting creatures in the wonderful world of veterinary medicine. Wednesday, I unfortunately had the duty of euthanizing a 19 year old captive mountain lion named Sheela. Although extremely sad, the procedure went very smoothly and humanely. The old girl purred like a small engine as we approached her cage. Though she seemed sweet through the chain-link fence, I had to sedate her with a blowdart so that I could get venous access to finish the procedure. Some of her primary caregivers were there to help me and be with her in her last minutes. It was a very emotional and sobering scene, but the caregivers were very appreciative as to how smoothly the procedure went.
Friday provided a more pleasant and humorous story. If you were not aware, last Friday was Groundhog Day. Friday at lunch, I recieved a call about a sick groundhog. I thought surely this was a joke from one of our receptionists who likes to play on my habit of being gullible (or extremely trustworthy as I like to think). But to my surprise, this was for reals, ya'll. Around 1pm, "Smith Lake Jake", the channel 6 groundhog, waddled into my clinic with a huge abscess under her chin. Now, I have never seen or treated a groundhog, but I have treated tons of abscesses none of which are very pleasant to the senses. I took Jake into my arms, and she made the funniest high-pitched chirping sound. The owner informed me that if only I support her bottom, she would desist this vocal protest. We had a time getting Jake to go to sleep for the procedure. Take home point for all of you who may have to treat an abscess in a groundhog: apparently, they are highly resistant to gas anesthesia. Long story short, we successfully drained the abscess, and Jake is doing well. I just found it very funny to see my first groundhog on groundhog day.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
China Doll
Ran down to the ocean to find my love the sea,
and she ran out to meet me and splashed around my feet.
I am just a sailor without a port of call,
and she is my ocean, my little China doll.
No sooner I am swimming in her eyes so blue,
and she pulls me under slowly where breaths are far and few.
She crashes all around me as I sink in awe
of my deep blue ocean, my little China doll.
Now we're slowly dancing as she rocks me to sleep.
For I am just a puppet of the ocean deep.
And just before my last breath, up through the surface I saw
sunlight dancing on the water and my little China doll.
and she ran out to meet me and splashed around my feet.
I am just a sailor without a port of call,
and she is my ocean, my little China doll.
No sooner I am swimming in her eyes so blue,
and she pulls me under slowly where breaths are far and few.
She crashes all around me as I sink in awe
of my deep blue ocean, my little China doll.
Now we're slowly dancing as she rocks me to sleep.
For I am just a puppet of the ocean deep.
And just before my last breath, up through the surface I saw
sunlight dancing on the water and my little China doll.
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