Sunday, November 28, 2010
Oh Night Time you fiendish brute. You plague me with your silence and taunt me with your darkness. You force me to look upon the emptiness that surrounds me. You cause me to simmer in my mind the thoughts of past and the ideas of could be. Why must you scream your silence in my face, Night Time? With your shouts of nothing I can focus on none else. Trying to sort through the ruminations, when will there be order? When will there be structure? Oh Night Time just go away, leave me for the morning. Allow the morning to devour me in warm light and cheerful noise, away from your incessant quietude. Be gone Night Time. Be gone.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Its 29 degrees, this makes me smile. My grin from side to side, its nearly a mile. Even though snow will not come my way, the cold will comfort me here today. For some this temperature makes their teeth chatter, not me, It warms my heart as it goes pitter patter. The comfort the cold brings is hard to explain, I love it come sleet, snow, or rain. Lying in bed with big thick covers, its so cozy like newlywed lovers. Rain here tells me snow in the mountains, snow there means fun time with friends. No matter whats going on be it hardship, hurt, or trial. All I know is that the cold will always make me smile.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Friends make all the difference. The laughter they bring warms the chilly heart. The interaction they bring brightens the darkest time. Even while slowly sinking in the quicksand of finals and papers of school, Friends are the rope to keep your head above ground. The joy Friends bring can cure many an ailment. God seems to use Friends in astounding ways. He likes to bring Friends into our lives at perfect times. What makes Friendship so amazing? I'm not sure. All I know is Friends make all the difference.t
Monday, November 22, 2010
Have you ever watched people worship? They sway back and forth, lift their hands, say weird things, and sing to an invisible God. How odd a picture. Singing about blood and farm animals and eternity and devotion. Take a step back and watch the crazy people sing to this invisible God they have never seen before. Take a step back and drink in that picture. Everyone looks flat out strange. It doesn't make sense. Now take a step forward and immerse yourself in that worship. Feel the words they sing to their God. Feel their love and devotion and the crazy amounts of Faith it takes to be so careless with how they look. They do not care what people are thinking about them. They do not care that they look crazy... honestly, they should want to look crazy. Crazy is sold out for God, crazy is an uncontrollable love for the One who saves. Crazy is what worship is. It is not sane, stoic, and straight edged. That is not God. God is wild and unpredictable. How is it that we can worship a wild God without looking crazy, it just would not be right. We NEED to be crazy, we NEED to look weird, because we are not normal. We are Christians hopelessly in love and sold out in devotion for our God, for Jesus. Be crazy, be strange, be in worship of the One who deserves for you to show untamed love to Him. Be wildly and carelessly in love with Jesus.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
As I lie awake not yet asleep I feel I am in a tomb of drowsiness as I gaze upon a sea of never ending words describing the dry history that was. If only it was a tsunami of alive history that has been, one that could engulf the senses as someone reads. The words themselves could swirl around and drown the reader in a glorious rendering of the past. Why is it historians have yet to find this ability of entrapment? Oh if only people could see history through the eyes of romanticist, but one with a firm grasp on reality. The true beauty that lies within the real stories of the past could be unleashed in an awe inspiring symphony of adventure... but alas, I sit and read the dry sentences with the bland words of the dead history.