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.

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.

reminder.

i don't have time to maintain these regrets when i think about the way that He loves us.

Represent.

Alabama is the hottest state ever. You sweat so much that your face paint melts right off your face. You slip and side so hard that your stomach aches for three days. You laugh so much that you stomach aches even more. You see God's face in the face of the children you teach about Abraham and Lazarus and the Creation story and Pentecost. You see hope in a white man embracing a black man. You cry during dinner when you break the bread and drink the cup with your fellow believers that you love and trust. You listen to "Revolution" so much and don't even care. You plan so carefully and are told that all the services were so meaningful. You wash feet. You leap for joy in your heart when kids remember you from the previous year. You repair completely unfunctional restrooms in a poor elementary school. You love your community and your Lord more and more and more.

I want to be back at school so I can sleep in.
Sweet irony.

God is so good.