Someday I’d like to have a desk that looks like Einstein’s.

I got to go a concert last week to see Jason Gray, Josh Wilson, and JJ Heller. It was a pretty good show that was held a beautiful dome-shaped church. JJ Heller was my favorite; her and her husband Dave did most of their songs with just her voice and a Gibson. It was really lovely. ‘Who Will Love Me for Me’ was the highlight..so good. Probably the most surprising part of the night was seeing how much Josh Wilson looks like Karlin Bacher.

On Tuesday the long-awaited arrival of Travis Miller from Missouri was accomplished. He drove his red Honda all the way. He plays a Taylor, brought a bunch of snacks, and we like a lot of the same things in life..so he’s a pretty cool hombre thus far.


It’s always a nice thing to see big boxes on my doorstep, and even nicer when they’re addressed to me. My dear mom sent me some essentials. Timely ones too, we leave for a two week tour to Canada tomorrow evening. These will be a great addition to my living quarters. Said living quarters will be much more crowded this time around since Travis’s six foot three frame and earthly possessions will be sharing it with me. It’s alright though. I’ll gladly trade half the space for a bro to go with me. ‘Friendship halves our space and doubles our joy’..or something.

mother knows best

Last night, Wednesday, Travis and I decided to go to a concert in Eugene at five and left at six. Since we were in a hurry and our printer is broken, we decided to buy our tickets at the venue. As I was handing the box office lady at the Hult Center my $21, a kind lady named Heidi came up and offered us her two extra tickets. So we got to watch Steven Curtis Chapman, Mac Powell, and Brandon Heath put on a great show from the $38 seats. It was a really good concert which I don’t have any pictures of it because I think it’s so dumb when you go watch fireworks and half the people just video the whole time. I decided this time I’d just take in the show instead of trying to capture it for later. I think there’s something to be said for that. They were all three fun to watch perform; masters of their craft no doubt. Two of which have been around for quite a while…not sure if Chapman was using in-ear monitoring or hearing aids. My favorite part was Brandon Heath doing his song ‘Paul Brown Petty’, a story about his grandpa. When the most expensive part of a concert is the milkshake afterwords, maybe God broke the printer.

Today I replaced my guitar’s saddle. Sounds easy enough in theory I suppose. But when you buy a saddle (made out of bone), what they send you is too big and you have to shape it to fit your guitar. So today I spent about two hours sanding bone to match the size of the old saddle. But alas, it fits and plays and does not buzz. Victory.

Remember to pray for those of us that are far from home.

Ashton – Colorado,

Aleisha – Arizona,

Mahlon’s – Colorado,

Joe’s – Virginia,

Kris – Ohio,

Judd’s – Ireland,

Shawn, Corey, and Tristan bound for Asia,

Dillon – Virginia,

Christi – Africa,

Amber – Jamaica,

Karlin – Africa…unless he’s still on his honeymoon…

Travis – downstairs

(and those I probably couldn’t remember tonight)

Here’s what I’ve been eating for midnight.

October Sky, Dead Poet’s Society, 

Marigold – Reliant K, Sound Of A Living Heart – JJ Heller, Floodplain – Sara Groves, Paul Brown Petty – Brandon Heath, Won’t Back Down – Tom Petty, On Jordan’s Stormy Banks – Jars of Clay,    If You Feel Too Much – Jamie Tworkowski, The Complete Stories – Flannery O’Conner,

– Javen.

on 9/28/16 at 12:25 a.m. I was thinking about the Townville ‘shooter’ named Jesse.

That all went down about six minutes from my house.


It’s an evil something awful,

That lets you kill your own,

What kind of demon runs inside you,

How many times have you been lied to,

In this hell of a nightmare,

That keeps you waking up alone,

It’s the loneliness of the wilderness,

That wells up inside a man,

When everything he hears spoken,

Kills and leaves him broken,

He shakes his fist at Heaven,

And turns and kills again,

I wanna know,

What was the reason,

How are you sleeping,

At three in the morning,

Where do you stand,

I’m so sorry,

That when you awake,

And rise to meet the day,

You’ll tie your shoelaces,

With blood on your hands,

There’s an anthem of mercy,

That’s calling out to you,

While you’re sitting in the prisons,

Of the darkness where you’re living,

That even a murderer,

Can be made new,

Even kids like me,

Even boys like you,

Murderers and liars,

Can still be made new,

Published by javenbear

Javen Bear is 25 years old and lives with his beautiful wife Aleisha in Phoenix, Arizona. He's a graduate student in a mental health counseling program at Grand Canyon University where he also works as an admissions representative. Javen’s super-power, if he had one, would be the ability to press pause on the world and catch up on reading. He enjoys talking walks with his wife, playing guitar, and always uses Oxford commas.

3 thoughts on “9/30/16

  1. Thank you Javen for your email. I hope you have a wonderful tour and that all goes well. Our love and prayers are with you. I enjoyed my time with you in OR. Aunt Reba and Uncle Raymond


  2. Hi Javen, we anxiously await your posts, and eagerly devour your news. just love to hear what you’re doing way way out there in the wild west…. we are visiting Dillon this weekend. We came up here with Steve’s. Just finished eating at Applebee’s.. good food. It’s rainy and cool here, I think fall is definitely not far away..
    I think you are on your tour now.. love. Grandma


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