And I’m gettin’ it, I’m gettin’ it
I ain’t talkin’ about it, I’m livin’ it
– Jay-Z
Pieter Bruegel: The Tower of Babel
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18 Feb 2008
15 Feb 2008
People don’t understand what it means that Jesus Christ is our Lord and Savior. Quite specifically, that we could never be admitted into Heaven because we are sinful. We all fall short of the glory. We may only enter because Christ can enter, and because of His reward: that he may invite as many tagalongs as He sees fit. That is what is meant by His being the only way to salvation. Life and death rests solely upon His saying, “I know him,” or “I know him not”: this is the Judgement. And no work we do in this life can earn this path, for all who live besides Him sin in some way, some how. Though faith without works is hollow, it is by faith alone that we are saved. This is the miracle. We become friends of Christ, He told us, by doing as He instructed, and so will be granted the gift of the Resurrection. We only do this when we believe He is as He said He is, and are given the Holy Spirit, which He sent us after He came back from the dead, and ascended to His right place on high. This is the narrow way, and wide is the way to destruction. Believe, and be saved.
12 Feb 2008
day comes to the land of eternal night, effortlessly
beams flood all of all spaces, so that not one shadow may escape
i am blinded by the sight, a world born out of the nothing
9 Feb 2008
Theirs is an endless road, a hopeless maze, who seek for goods before they seek for God.
– St. Bernard of Clairvaux
I was born in the future. The future started, if you didn’t know, on July 20th, 1969, when men walked on the moon. The beginning of the future, as most things are, went by without anyone noticing, even as it was televised worldwide. Even as people were in awe of it. Decades later, people were still waiting for it, the future — waiting for things like flying cars, which don’t seem ever to have escaped the borders of a drawing board. Perhaps it is like an adolescence of the human race, if we recall the times in our lives when nothing was quite real quite yet. (When we still bounced off solid things when they hit us.) It is now when we look into the mirror and see a grown up: the future is here. Welcome to it.
6 Feb 2008
I am one step from a whirlwind, and I know that once I enter, there is no turning back. It is a step out of the machinery, into the wild turbulence of freedom. In the shadow of the dreaming, what has been imagined is to rush forth into the fray of life awakening, to know the air that holds the promise of a thousand hopes. Shall I be torn to shreds by the wild currents? Or shall I find some new balance, and find the courage to ride the elemental thrashing? One cannot tell from without what the experience is to be, within. And what matters if I am spit out from the thrill, beaten and broken? I must give my best face to what comes, step forward into the brave new future. And know that I have danced with fate, dreamt with the best.
3 Feb 2008
31 Jan 2008
the dream unfolds like petals of a clockwork
this is the strange silence before the storm
where the air halts by an invisible hand
to rush in bursts of wind to scatter all color
i am calm as if my eyes know the curve of the road
breathing at the pace of a lion before the pounce
quietly to gather my senses, and dive in
28 Jan 2008
Back in my wilder days, one of my favorite videos to watch was Woodstock (3 days of peace, music and love), the documentary about the festival of the same name. You know the one, 400,000 people zonked out of their minds listening to rock ‘n’ roll. The one that was declared a disaster area. Yes, that one — there is, of course, none other that you could really confuse this with, the anniversary concerts being such crass commercialism that one must just shake one’s head when one thinks of them using the same name. But the original one, in that huge gig, I think about this line that still stays with me, an announcement when they realized just how many people showed up, most without tickets: (I paraphrase) “There’s only one way this is going to work. See that man next to you? He’s your brother.” And I think that really, that so applies anywhere, everywhere you may go. See this world? There’s only one way all of this, this whole deal is going to work: see all these people around you? They’re your family. Yeah, man. That’s cool.
25 Jan 2008
Night falls, and the darkness swallows up sound, as if the sky itself were louder in the light.
Night falls, and it is day which is the curtain that is swept aside, to reveal the vast outside.
Night falls, and I imagine the sky becomes one wide well of ink, in which I might dip and write prophecies.
Night falls, and the stars know me better than the sun, who do not blind me if I gaze upon them.
Night falls, and I wonder what it would be like if the dawn never came, and everything stayed hidden.
Night falls, and I think I am not more alone than in the day, but that the solitude stands out more.
Night falls, and I imagine I can see farther than the sky is deep, like the movie said, beyond infinity.
22 Jan 2008
The glory to come far outweighs the affliction of the present. The affliction is light and temporary when compared with the all-surpassing and everlasting glory. So Paul, writing against a background of recent and (even for him) unparalleled tribulation, had assured his friends in Corinth a year or two before this that ‘this slight momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison’ (2 Cor. 4:17). It is not merely that the glory is a compensation for the suffering; it actually grows out of the suffering. There is an organic relation between the two for the believer as surely as there was for the Lord.
– F. F. Bruce
i am spoiled on meaning, from the love that comes from nowhere
the heart imagines itself grand when drifting in dreaming’s river
look up: each pinpoint of light fits not in our hugest vision
