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:: Friday, January 09, 2004 ::

change

God, I offer myself to Thee to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self that I may better do Thy Will. Take away my difficulties that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy Power, Thy Love, and Thy Way of Life. May I do Thy Will always.

Oh, that You would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory, that Your hand would always be with me, and that You would keep me from evil.

Thank You for keeping me sober today. Amen.

Change begets change. Nothing propagates so fast. If a man habituated to a narrow circle of cares and pleasures, out of which he seldom travels, step beyond it, though for never so brief a space, his departure from the monotonous scene on which he has been an actor of importance would seem to be the signal for instant confusion.... The mine which Time has slowly dug beneath familiar objects is sprung in an instant; and what was rock before, becomes but sand and dust. -- Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit

Change is one thing, progress is another. “Change” is scientific, “progress” is ethical; change is indubitable, whereas progress is a matter of controversy. -- Bertrand Russell, Basic Writings of Bertrand Russell. “Philosophy and Politics”

Change means movement. Movement means friction. Only in the frictionless vacuum of a nonexistent abstract world can movement or change occur without that abrasive friction of conflict. -- Saul Alinsky, “The Purpose”, Rules for Radicals

Yesterday morning, it was a good feeling writing fairly large contribution checks to Dallas Intergroup, GSO, and the other groups whose twelfth step work Lambda supports. I dropped them off at the post office then headed to work. I spent most of yesterday beating my head against a wall trying to get any further with the reconciliation, but at the end of the day Kyle and I met and went over some of the big journal entries and got those months' bank reconciliations. I should be able to make some more progress today.

After work, I went by the Crate & Barrel Outlet to pick up a couple of new candles and by the grocery store for some nuts, soft drinks, and other things. Chuck had volunteered me to host the Rebellion Dogs last night. We were set to finish Came to Believe but few of us had read it all, so we sat and chatted. After they left, I rehung the pub mirror Dan had pulled from the wall, hung the spice rack Bart and Jennifer gave me, brought the hibiscus in from the cold (I hope I can revive them), and filled the spice bottles. I also found a metal sculpture for my wall at Greg's Metalworks that's very much like the one I was going to build out of wood. I inquired about it, and Greg emailed me twice.

I had a difficult time falling asleep probably because I drank coffee during our study group. I am looking forward to seeing Joe tonight. Thank God it's Friday.

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