Today I had church in Target. It was great and was the best and happiest I've felt in a long time about serving with other Christians.
That being said, I've realized that church can happen in a dorm room. Church can happen in an open field beside a lake. Church can happen in a sanctuary. It can happen in an un-air conditioned elementary school cafeteria. It can happen in a hotel lobby.
Church could happen in Wal-Mart too, but I don't think I'd want to go to that one.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Late Night.
I don't think words suffice right now.
Maybe kicking, screaming, dancing, crying, jumping on my bed, mourning, or bursting into jubilant song would.
Film has too great of an affect on me.
Saturday + Sunday= My Sabbath. An extended day of rest.
Maybe kicking, screaming, dancing, crying, jumping on my bed, mourning, or bursting into jubilant song would.
Film has too great of an affect on me.
Saturday + Sunday= My Sabbath. An extended day of rest.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Gate.
I like being back and I like my friends a lot.
I am sorry, however, for the fact that I do believe I have gotten the big room in the apartment. It certainly was not my intention. If it is any compensation, a giant, insomniatic(?) bear-man lives directly above me. And in the middle of the night I can hear him wake up to relieve himself and then plop heavily back down onto his bed, which I believe, is directly above me.
It's going to take me a while to get used to the train again.
I am sorry, however, for the fact that I do believe I have gotten the big room in the apartment. It certainly was not my intention. If it is any compensation, a giant, insomniatic(?) bear-man lives directly above me. And in the middle of the night I can hear him wake up to relieve himself and then plop heavily back down onto his bed, which I believe, is directly above me.
It's going to take me a while to get used to the train again.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
More Walty.
Why should I wish to see God better than this day?
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the face of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass;
I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.
-Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman.
I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then,
In the face of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass;
I find letters from God dropped in the street, and every one is signed by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that others will punctually come forever and ever.
-Leaves of Grass, Walt Whitman.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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