"There are tears from the saints
For the lost and unsaved.
We’re crying for them come back home.
We’re crying for them come back home."

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It takes some time before Analytical Thinkers make friends, but then they are mostly friends for life. They only need very few people around them. Their most important ability is to be a match for them and thus give them inspiration. Constant social obligations quickly get on their nerves; they…

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The world accepts us when we’re at our best. It does so when we’re good enough.

God accepts us when we’re at our worst. He does so when He knows we’re not good enough.

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Percy’s first time balling in 20 years.

Percy’s first time balling in 20 years.

I read a book in middle school called Slake’s Limbo. It wasn’t that great of a book, but one concept of it really stands out to me because I like observing interpersonal interactions. Slake is a homeless boy who collects discarded newspapers, and sells them to earn a living.  Some of his customers become regulars, some people are one-time customers. His conversations with these people are either personal and deep, or brief and surface level. It varies. 

Each person lives in his/her own bubble.  People come into that bubble and become part of that bubble, that microcosm, that world.  Some stay for a long time before leaving, some enter and leave immediately, but very few stay forever, especially for Slake. 

It is a dark and lonely world for Slake.  The way I imagine it is, the more and more people enter Slake’s bubble, the more colorful and vivid his world becomes, but as people begin to leave, the picture loses color and turns to black and white. 

I don’t think I’m lonely. Maybe at some point in my life, I will be but now I am fine.  However, I admit there is a certain aspect of life that only other people can bring.  And I also think that one of the saddest things in life is people entering your bubble and leaving.  A recent death of someone I look up to as well as a series of unfortunate events for another friend got me thinking about this again. I want these things back, but those ships have sailed. Those doors have closed. These beloved are now out of my sphere.

But Lord, where You send me, I will go. I will not put my hand on the plow and look back. I will not go bury the dead…

This semester didn’t really start off the way I wanted it to. Unexpected things happen.  I got caught in the usual routine again. I haven’t had time to settle in, and my peaceful quiet time from the summer is gone. Same old problems arise.

But I am not worried.  God provides for the birds and flowers, and He shall provide for me. Maybe I don’t get what I want (but I really want), but God is - so all is well.

Back to one of my favorite prayer spots. I need God now more than ever which is all the time.

This semester didn’t really start off the way I wanted it to. Unexpected things happen. I got caught in the usual routine again. I haven’t had time to settle in, and my peaceful quiet time from the summer is gone. Same old problems arise.

But I am not worried. God provides for the birds and flowers, and He shall provide for me. Maybe I don’t get what I want (but I really want), but God is - so all is well.

Back to one of my favorite prayer spots. I need God now more than ever which is all the time.

At PCC picnic today, I went into the upper sanctuary to spend some time alone.  My ears were ringing from all the silence. This was after the speakers outside played “Cinderella” by Steven Curtis Chapman.  This song has always been capable of melting my heart. The story is something I can picture happening to me when I have my own family.  Steven was constantly working hard, that sometimes, he didn’t want to spend time with his daughters. He later realizes that his girls will grow up and leave, and he will regret putting them second.  He could have spent time with his eldest daughter, who already had left the house at this point.  

For some reason, the concept of my children leaving me always strikes great sadness and longing in me.  But it’s confusing because I don’t even have kids yet.  I’m not even married yet.  I don’t even have a girlfriend yet.  But this *imaginary* daughter that I have, for some reason I have so much love for her, and I can’t explain it.  And I don’t want to see her go.  But she gets farther and farther away.

Is this what God sees when we end up leaving him?  When we don’t spend enough time together?  When we are physically, emotionally, and spiritually far away from him?  I can see it.  I can sort of understand that God somehow longs for us and He is sad when we go far away. 

ye olde switcheroo

First Large Group of the year was yesterday.  Gordon introduced a concept that I am familiar with, but until then, wasn’t pieced together quite as perfectly.  We’ve all heard that Christ died in our place.

But what if the concept went full circle?

Our sin and wickedness runs deep through our veins.  All that gets transferred to Christ, on the cross. Imagine a big arrow going from us to the cross.  Then Christ, who was the only person in history to be sinless, has his righteousness transferred to us.  Imagine a big arrow from the cross to us.  

Thus we end up with ye olde switcheroo.

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Me: There will be no meat in heaven but I guess it’s ok because we’ll be eatin’ some of that divine vegetable goodness blessed by God’s magic.

Amos: Hmmmm I want some of that Eden spinach yeaaaa.

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"A sinful man can marry a sinful woman and the whole world, including the Lord himself, will rejoice."

Thank You for never giving up on me, when I looked to everything else and lived so selfishly.  You bled. You died to be with me. Why would You do something like that, for someone like me?

It’s starting to hit me that this semester will be a challenging one.  I would much rather spend all day singing God’s praises, reading my Bible and some C.S. Lewis.  To some people, the seraphim shouting “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty” 24/7, all day err day might seem a bit overwhelming, but I would much rather spend my days doing that than this full-time student looking for a job crud.

'We have seen the faces of those we know best so variously,  from so many angles, in so many lights,  with so many expressions - waking, sleeping, laughing, crying, eating, talking, thinking - that all the impressions crowd into our memory together and cancel out in a mere blur. But her voice is still vivid. The remembered voice - that can turn me at any moment to a whimpering child.'

'We have seen the faces of those we know best so variously, from so many angles, in so many lights, with so many expressions - waking, sleeping, laughing, crying, eating, talking, thinking - that all the impressions crowd into our memory together and cancel out in a mere blur. But her voice is still vivid. The remembered voice - that can turn me at any moment to a whimpering child.'

"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."