Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Nice House

If my dream home could be translated from my brain to something visual, this would be pretty close.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Chapter 6, Pages 78 & 79

"Every day I put faith on the line. I have never seen God. In a world where nearly everything can be weighed, explained, quantified, subjected to psychological analysis and scientific control, I persist in making the center of my life a God whom no eye hath seen, nor ear heard, whose will no one can probe. That's a risk.

Every day I put hope on the line. I don't know one thing about the future. I don't know what the next hour will hold. There may be sickness, accident, personal or world catastrophe. Before this day is over I may have to deal with death, pain, loss, rejection. I don't know what the future holds for me, for those I love, for my nation, for this world, Still, despite my ignorance and surrounded by tinny optimists and cowardly pessimists, I say that God will accomplish his will, and I cheerfully persist in living in the hope that nothing will separate me from Christ's love.

Every day I put love on the line. There is nothing I am less good at than love. I am far better in competition than in love. I am far better at responding to my instincts and ambitions to get ahead and make my mark than I am at figuring out how to love another. I am schooled and trained in acquisitive skills, in getting my own way. And yet I decide, every day, to set aside what I can do best and attempt what I do very clumsily - open myself to the frustrations and failures of loving, daring to believe that failing in love is better than succeeding in pride."

- Eugene Peterson
A Long Obedience in the Same Direction

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Cool Link

Check it out. My eyes got all watery watching this. (nearly a cry!)

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Toby Mac

Toby Mac, and the mack is back no slack, on the dc track, is jacked, beyond comprehension, i believe that I failed to mention that, there's a lack of recognition, when it comes to his position...

(Okay... so I have it memorized! Imagine being 13 in 1993. You would have it memorized too!)

For those of you who grew up in Chistian culture, you know who Toby Mac is. And don't ask me how I know this, but TOBY MAC IS 41 YEARS OLD. That seems so wrong to me!!!

Monday, December 05, 2005


I know that I'm super tired when every once in awhile I get this bolt of electric tiredness zap through my body. It's really weird. Has anyone every experienced that? Or, when I run over like 3 curbs on my way to work.