“You can ask the people around me. I don’t give up. I don’t give up… and it’s not out of frustration and desperation that I say I don’t give up. I don’t give up because I don’t give up. I don’t believe in it.”
- Johnny Cash
“You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.”
- Johnny Cash
By now you’ve heard that Steve Jobs has stepped down from his position as this generation’s High Priest of Techno-Wizardry. I fear we will all now be lost in darkness without access to Prometheus’ fire as the eagle picks at his pancreas. Invest heavily in rocks and prepare to start flinging poo at each other.
Maybe that’s a bit much, but even if we’re not on the verge of devolution, Jobs rocked as CEO of Apple and I’m going to miss him.
Here are some of Jobs’ secrets to success in life from his 2005 Stanford commencement address:
- Trust something beyond yourself.
- Love what you do.
- Remember you are going to die (unless you’re a Titan with an eternally regenerating pancreas).
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
- Steve Jobs
- Jane’s Addiction
I’ve been thinking about whores, church and Jesus lately (not necessarily in that order).
There’s a story in the Bible about a prostitute who just had to get some time with Jesus (Luke 7:36-50). She wanted to get close to him so bad that she went to a dinner put on by a religious bigwig.
Think about that scene. Hooker hygiene must have been atrocious back in the year zero. So you have this stinky whore who crashes the party of a priest who is probably trying to impress all his churchy friends by having the people’s prophet over for a meal at his house. Imagine the stares and the whispered comments. Imagine the condescending tone of the servant sent to show her the door. Imagine this woman’s determination to put up with all these religious pricks so she can weep and pour expensive oil on some preaching carpenter’s feet and wipe them with her hair. Imagine the smell of hooker stank mixed with the fragrant mixture from her alabaster flask.
What was it about Jesus that attracted her? Maybe it’s because she saw him treat the drunks, outcasts and diseased with dignity and she wanted some for herself. Maybe it’s because he told her she was clean in spite of all evidence to the contrary and it gave her hope. Who knows for sure. But one thing is clear, this woman wanted to be with Jesus bad and the priest was a hindrance, not a help.
I feel like that a lot of the time.
Why is it that the people who claim to follow Jesus have created churches that hookers don’t feel comfortable in? I tell you what, you show me a church that can’t keep the whores away and I bet you Jesus is in there. If you find a place like that, let me know. I’d rather be in a room full of forgiven sinners who love God than at an uptight priest’s house any day.