On ducking

31 01 2008

I watched The Holiday tonight, which was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. It’s got me lying wide awake in bed thinking about looking at publishing or editing, the latter of which I already do on a daily basis. A different kind, to be sure, but I feel kind of excited about taking a look. Which’ll be all be for nothing exactly unless I really get around to it. That’s what the 2 week break just around the corner is for ūüôā

I’m glad I didn’t go to work today.

How I long to find my calling.

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Image of the day

30 01 2008

I was looking at my RSS feeds over lunch today, and Brian from Rethinking Youth Ministry posted the image below.

This was interesting:

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Just something to chuckle about

29 01 2008

One day¬†a farmer’s donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered ¬†up anyway; it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He ¬†invited all his neighbors to come over and help ¬†him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone’s amazement he quietened down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off and take a step up. As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
Free your heart from hatred – Forgive.
Free your mind from worries – Most never happen.
Live simply and appreciate what you have.
Give more.
Expect less.

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone.  We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Enough of that.

The donkey later came back, and bit the farmer who had tried to bury him. The gash from the bite got infected and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.

MORAL FROM TODAY
When you do something wrong, and try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite you.





I hear the angels sing

28 01 2008

The lecture on postmodernism tonight was good, if a little depressing. It is unimaginable that the world’s wealth is concentrated amongst only the richest people, a ridiculously small number. What are we doing about it? Are we, as believers, as people who have been loved by God into awareness, doing enough in this world? Or do we contribute to the problem?

Stuff to think about. No, more than “think about,” it’s stuff to do something about. Lord, please open my eyes to the need and move my actions.





Nothing to lose

27 01 2008

I was moved by the sermon this morning, that said that we have nothing to lose, and nothing to prove before God, since He knows it all anyway.¬†This used to feel awfully restrictive: if He knows everything, then there is no such thing as privacy, and no such thing as breathing space because there’s nowhere where we can be alone, or quiet. But in reality, the greatest freedom is in knowing that we are known. If there is no fear that our failures and pasts and mistakes and weaknesses are seen, but we’re loved regardless of them, or maybe because of them, because we’re¬†made to be perfect but so often fall short, and like¬†a patient parent, we’re loved through the tumbles and scrapes that bring us closer to maturity, then we can know that there’s nothing we could¬†confess to God that would make Him turn His face from us.¬†I’m talking with one of the youth about this, and she said, “we don’t have to pretend to be ‘somebody’ – we already are! By being honest, being people of integrity, being completely open.”

I love that every conversation with young people ends in edification, somehow. I love that when we give what we get from God back to Him, He gives us so much more than we could have expected.

And look what I found on YouTube! Gumby… ah, good times. Seriously old school TV.





Quote of the day

26 01 2008

“He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.” – Jim Elliot





I’m sick

25 01 2008

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I have a cold. I expect it was the stuffiness of Starbucks last night, and the cold, rain and lack of sleep in general over the past couple of weeks. I feel about a million years old this evening, especially when I contemplate just how much I need to do this weekend in order to be on par (kind of, even). There’s Set 3 Listening to go through, Paper 1A to mark, essays from Set 3 to correct, Paper 2 Mock Exams to write, and the plethora of reading that needs to be got through before Monday’s lecture… ad infinitum…

I miss the days when I used to sleep in and not give half a tomato who I needed to meet, or what I needed to do. The price of being grown up now, I suppose. Although I don’t feel grown up.

I got told I was a religious chick last night; what the heck does that mean?!

But I’m looking forward to Solid Rock tomorrow. We’ll be watching a movie. Perhaps I’ll plug up my nostrils so my nose doesn’t run. Now that I think of it, the last couple of times I came down with pretty bad colds was the day after Solid Rock. Dang.

I was reading Donald Miller’s book again tonight (when am I going to finish reading it? It’s great reading and really insightful and I’ve learned a lot from it, but boy, do I read it slowly. I can’t think why, either) and he said something that blew me away: the people who met Jesus and knew Him personally couldn’t help but love being with Him and around Him, and if this kind of love, which is felt and received, was less articulated and watered down, the love would move the hardest of hearts. If we were a people who could speak uncomfortable truths into the world, and still go around loving people to the point of being willing to die for them, then magical stuff would happen, magical stuff like real love that is warmth and light and doesn’t pretend to be something it’s not.

Love is Enough

Love is enough: though the World be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
    Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
¬†¬†¬† And¬†this¬†day¬†draw¬†a¬†veil¬†over¬†all¬†deeds¬†pass’d¬†over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
    These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

-William Morris