Yearning more of the cake you just tasted is miles apart from yearning for a cake you've only heard of.
Too often we make the gospel and Christ just distant shadows we've heard stories of.
Don't lunge blindly into empty space hoping on chance you'll grasp something - Search, knowing that it is real.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
the more you talk
the likelier it is that you'll say something stupid.
i find this to be very true with people who frequently and often update their twitter, facebook status updates, aim profile away messages, google buzz, and anything of the sort.
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In other news,
I had an ephiphany in the bathroom today regarding awkward interactions with temperature.
Awkward Warm = when you sit on a toilet seat and it's warm (from previous person's body heat)
Awkward Cool = when you plop a dung and the water splashes back up
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The above is a great example of how the more you talk, the more likely it is that you'll say something stupid. Thank you
i find this to be very true with people who frequently and often update their twitter, facebook status updates, aim profile away messages, google buzz, and anything of the sort.
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In other news,
I had an ephiphany in the bathroom today regarding awkward interactions with temperature.
Awkward Warm = when you sit on a toilet seat and it's warm (from previous person's body heat)
Awkward Cool = when you plop a dung and the water splashes back up
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The above is a great example of how the more you talk, the more likely it is that you'll say something stupid. Thank you
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Pale
There are times when I find things in my life so pale when put up next to you. Really, so pale. So pale that it's depressing. There are other times though when your light just makes everything brighter. But at this moment, everything else pales. Everyone pales. Nothing can hold its worth and all of its existence is lost -- even its shadows.
Breaths are longer and the lung processes slower. Do I have the strength to shout your praise in this disenchanted demise?
What makes it all dark and gloomy is that as everything pales next to Christ, even Christ Himself does not shine bright. If I were an artist, I would draw an amber sun across an ashen sky and its rays would be lost amidst a shroud of clouds.
Breaths are longer and the lung processes slower. Do I have the strength to shout your praise in this disenchanted demise?
What makes it all dark and gloomy is that as everything pales next to Christ, even Christ Himself does not shine bright. If I were an artist, I would draw an amber sun across an ashen sky and its rays would be lost amidst a shroud of clouds.
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