Owners Association Investigations

For over 2 years now we have been aware that there are issues with the governance of our Owners Association.

The manager has been the subject of a state investigation.

The board does not run free elections.

The board has not provided full records upon legal request.

The board has sued us.

The board is under investigation for possible violations of the Fair Housing Act.

If you would like more information about your rights, respond to this post.

All comments will be private and identities protected.

https://apps.twc.texas.gov/HDISS/hdiss?execution=e1s1

What a space suit costs, not to mention all of them…

Just as it is impossible for us to conceptualize the cost of our lives to him—

Rictus of the Cross, pain poured out in blood and water,

Nor can we

picture our actual salvation—

Like little ones who have been told to put on their tiny space suits for a long trip through

Legs and arms into the jumpsuit, faces

Pressed against helmets, reflecting stars

All faith

We do not know how it is that we can pass through

From death to life, only that

He is the whale, the ark, the spaceship

Who can

Carry us home.

Rising Waters

Where was it?

A stretch of Texas road, a small bridge near San Antonio.

There was a diminutive flood marker—five feet.

I have kept thinking about flood markers, the way they tell us what we cannot see beneath the rising waters.

Yesterday I wondered what we would do if the numbers were more metaphysical than material—travel past this spot and know that this is bottomless, an endless darkness.

Matthew 16:1-4 KJV
[1] The Pharisees also with the Sadducees came, and tempting desired him that he would shew them a sign from heaven. [2] He answered and said unto them, When it is evening, ye say, It will be fair weather: for the sky is red. [3] And in the morning, It will be foul weather to day: for the sky is red and lowring. O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times? [4] A wicked and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign; and there shall no sign be given unto it, but the sign of the prophet Jonas. And he left them, and departed.

Impossible Things

I was driving in the car on what felt like a time-consuming and futile errand when the song lyrics from the Charity Gayle song I Believe caught my attention—

Coming back for a spotless bride

I don’t know about you, but I feel pretty spotty. The image I have in my head is of a woman dressed in a previously glistening gown which was once pristine, but she has been mucking through the wildfire- and flood-prone slog of Christian life (see James 1) of trying to do what she is supposed to, and in the process, cleaning up feces and having it occasionally flung at her. More mud-based and covered than spotless.

Jesus has always been the God of tautologies and paradoxes. Faith is the spotless bride. Faith and the call to be washed in the blood of the Lamb.

I do not exactly know how the muddied, bloodied, messed up Bride of Christ will emerge spotless, but I know that “the servant is not above the Master.”

Jesus was broken for his bride, why should we not be broken for him?

He is worthy of it all, and

Tend your lamps, girls

He is coming back soon.

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