Everyday I
Sleep until I wake up
Eat until I'm full
Drink until I'm not thirsty
Shower until I'm clean
Dress until I'm fully clothed
And wonder why I don't desire Christ.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Evangelism
I'd like to be more intentional about evangelism.
My time is not my own.
If this means sitting through a crappy choir concert at Minneapolis Technical College on the outside chance that an opportunity might arise (it didn't), so be it.
And how can I complain when I get cookies and lemonade after? I didn't even have to give blood.
My time is not my own.
If this means sitting through a crappy choir concert at Minneapolis Technical College on the outside chance that an opportunity might arise (it didn't), so be it.
And how can I complain when I get cookies and lemonade after? I didn't even have to give blood.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
The Boxer
I recently bought The Best of Simon and Garfunkel. Of the 20 songs on the album, at least 10 are very good. That's not a bad percentage.
A verse from "The Boxer" has caught my ear lately.
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
I feel that part of the beauty of good writing is that explains itself, but allow me to risk a few words. I can relate to the image of a boxer, considered strong and proud, yet standing alone, holding onto the memories of those things which have hurt him in the past.
There's probably more to say, but I'll leave it at that. It's a good song.
A verse from "The Boxer" has caught my ear lately.
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
I feel that part of the beauty of good writing is that explains itself, but allow me to risk a few words. I can relate to the image of a boxer, considered strong and proud, yet standing alone, holding onto the memories of those things which have hurt him in the past.
There's probably more to say, but I'll leave it at that. It's a good song.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Ingredients for a good road trip
Combine:
1 close friend (a Guy Magno or a Julie Stoner will do)
gas prices that drop the further you drive
1 I-pass (to be held against windshield while driving through toll as Julie laughs at you)
sunflower seeds to liking (original flavor best, BBQ or dill pickle acceptable, nacho cheese just gross)
1 spitter (empty pop bottle to spit seeds into)
Mr. Pibb
cheesy popcorn (and napkins to wipe cheese from fingers)
Mix in 1997 Chevy Lumina. Allow to sit for 6-14 hours, as desired. Rest frequently for potty breaks (if with Julie) or less frequently (if with Guy). Supplement with solid conversation, and if desired, pull "the switch" (use caution).
Avoid: driving without a friend, snow, politics, fast food more than once, missing exits, forgetting sleeping bags, uncharged cell phones.
1 close friend (a Guy Magno or a Julie Stoner will do)
gas prices that drop the further you drive
1 I-pass (to be held against windshield while driving through toll as Julie laughs at you)
sunflower seeds to liking (original flavor best, BBQ or dill pickle acceptable, nacho cheese just gross)
1 spitter (empty pop bottle to spit seeds into)
Mr. Pibb
cheesy popcorn (and napkins to wipe cheese from fingers)
Mix in 1997 Chevy Lumina. Allow to sit for 6-14 hours, as desired. Rest frequently for potty breaks (if with Julie) or less frequently (if with Guy). Supplement with solid conversation, and if desired, pull "the switch" (use caution).
Avoid: driving without a friend, snow, politics, fast food more than once, missing exits, forgetting sleeping bags, uncharged cell phones.
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