The Book Of Chad

On Technology


A watched download never finishes,
a forgotten about dialog box remains hidden.


A printer never works on a deadline,
but an obscure password remains secure.


A well crafted post doesn’t get likes,
an untruthful meme gets a thousand shares.


Through laziness, the inbox balloons;
because of idle sorting, the delete key is unleashed.


On Worship Bands


The rhythm section always plays inappropriately during soundcheck;
a drummer and bass player always make noise.


Trust in the sound booth with all your heart
and lean not on your own hearing and preferences.


As a dog returns to his toy,
so a guitarist returns to his effects pedals.


Whoever runs the slides finds no redemption;
whoever repeats a slide in error sees many faces but has few friends.


On Personality Types And Leadership


In all your ways acknowledge the ENTJ,
and he will make all your ways straight.


The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure.
So who can understand ENFPs?


Where two or three INTJs are gathered together,
a new idea is with them.


One or two INTJs may disagree on a hunch,
but an ISTJ has data.


A plan by two ISTJs cannot be unraveled.
A gaggle of 3 ENFPs is not easily broken.


Oh, the depth of the randomness and sentiment
and internal drama of the INFJ!  How untraceable are his intuitive leaps
and how intricate are his internal dialogues!


For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the ENTJ,
“plans to prevent you from harming my plans.
Plans that will give me results and a future.”


To the INTJ, faith is being sure of what he hopes for
and certain of data that he does not even care to see.


“Come to me, all you who are confused and disorganized,
and I will give you spreadsheets,” so says the ISTJ.


And we know that in all things the INTJ works for the good
of those who love him, who do things
according to his purposes and plans.


“For my previous thoughts are not my thoughts,
neither are my previous ways my ways,
or maybe they are,” declares the Perceiver.


“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, so fix that,” declares the Judger.


“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways.  Thank God,” declares the Four.






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