bye bye bye.

Hey, I’m taking an Internet break for a bit. Don’t know when I’ll be back. I might check my e-mail once a week or so, but if you want to get in touch call or write, k? 🙂

In the meantime, entertain yourselves with these:

thursday 13

This week: 13 of your favorite sensory experiences.

1. Having my hair stroked for a while–I normally don’t like people touching my head for some reason, but if I’m having a bad day and someone comes along and strokes my hair, it’s one of the most comforting things ever. I honestly can’t explain this.

2. Congregational singing, no matter where I am. This is part of the reason I don’t like big, big sound systems in church anymore–it drowns out the people singing.

3. Sunsets in central Texas, in the country. No skyscrapers in the way, just the green fields and the huge sky, all orange and red and purple. (I’m sure the sunrises are equally lovely, but I was never awake enough to see them. 🙂 )

4. Driving through the mountains, which I’ve only done once, but it’s fun.

5. Being on the beach, by the ocean (and I mean real ocean, not the oil field in Galveston), with a friend, watching the sunset.

6. Candlelight services.

7. Being in the middle of a choir, in a building with excellent acoustics. It’s different from being in the audience watching them, both sonically and experientially, since your own voice is in the mix, and you have a more intimate experience with the overall sound.

8. The smell of bookstores or libraries. Paper and ink.

9. My friends, when they’re laughing uncontrollably, make one of the greatest sounds, like, ever.

10. Seeing the look on the guy’s face when his bride is walking down the aisle. Amazing. (During my own wedding I’m probably either going to cry or get weak in the knees when that happens.)

11. Driving with the windows rolled down, music going, on a late summer evening.

12. Being snuggled under a lot of blankets when it’s cold outside.

13. Holding hands with other people while praying.

sabbath musings

1. I’ve been going through 1 and 2 Peter (some more of those books I’ve never really heard preached about…), and as a result I have to ask: Why, in America, are we so surprised when people bash Christianity? Why do we get so offended? Jesus guaranteed us that as Christians we would always be hated by the world; in his letters, Peter’s writing to Christians that expected death or discrimination all the time (much like our brothers and sisters in many other nations). Scripture assumes that unbelievers are always going to come after us.

I think that sometimes we get angry for the wrong reasons–our rights are being violated! We’re being discriminated against! Well and good, and I do believe we should seek justice where possible, but not angrily, not selfishly; we have to do so with the end game of the glory of Christ. Apologetics, reasoned argument, and intelligent discourse are all necessary, and so are gentleness and respect.

2. I found this article the other day–if you don’t want to switch pages, it’s about the Sikh tradition of providing a free meal at the temples to anyone who wants one, regardless of religion, social class, or race. It’s funded by donations from the community. Interesting stuff.

3. Since I’ve been back at Target, my intense dislike for consumerism is back. 🙂 I mean, really, do we need to spend $20 on a dog sweater? (Then again, I say this as someone who will buy a $20 CD in a heartbeat, so I’m sort of preaching to the choir here. Christ, have mercy on us.)

4. It’s been interesting, pondering how to live the gospel these days–a great deal of which involves contentment, which I’m not very good at. I know I’m always going to be where God wants me, for whatever reason He has up His sleeve, and the trick is to learn how to be His wherever that is. I think we could all use some prayer there, right? 🙂


(Happy summer solstice, by the way.)

This week: 13 random things that can be found in your bedroom.
1.  A voodoo doll (it was given to me by two of my friends for my birthday–I lost the pins somewhere, and it’s not like I’m going to be using it anyway).

2. A copy of The Purpose-Driven Life (my grandparents gave all of us a copy for Christmas a few years back…).

3. More than one calculator. I can’t explain this, either.

4. I still have my Korean passport, even though it obviously expired the moment I became an American citizen–it’s pinned up on my bulletin board.

5. A small collection of Jones Soda bottles, some of which are acting as vases.

6.  A postcard I picked up at an Edinburgh bar that says, “CAUTION! BEARS. They’re Hard As Coffin Nails.” (I found it amusing mostly because of my alma mater’s mascot. Sic ’em, indeed.)

7. A tall green cup full of knitting needles.

8.  A stack of old cassette tapes. A sampling: Psalty’s Non-Stop Sing-Along (does anyone else remember Psalty?), Steven Curtis Chapman’s Signs of Life, and The Chipmunks Christmas Album. I’m not entirely sure why I’m keeping all of this stuff, except for sentimental value.

9. A jar that previously held 4 pounds worth of Jelly Bellys–now it’s the home of all my loose change.

10. More pairs of scissors than is probably reasonable…

11. Library books.

12. A Netflix DVD.

13.  This massive collage I did with stuff I picked up in Edinburgh. Like, you don’t understand, it’s pretty big…

and we’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it…

1. Apropos to the title, I start work tomorrow (well…today, now, I guess). Back at Target.  Shouldn’t be too bad now that I’ve gotten kind of better at it. 🙂 So it’s not so much that Im fighting it (not the job, anyway); these days it’s more the “everybody knows it sucks to grow up…” that’s been getting to me.
2. Here’s a thought that’s been boggling my mind for a month or so now: Not only is time a created thing, but so is space. This may seem fairly obvious, and it also obviously leads to the possibility of God being omnipresent, but also–outside of creation, there is no concept of space, at least probably not in the way we think of space. God isn’t limited by left or right or up or down. Like I said, this is fairly obvious, but the idea that there were no such things as physical dimensions before God made them makes my head hurt a little bit.

3.  Harry Potter madness has set in a bit–I’ve been re-reading the series in anticipation of the last book, which comes out next month, but I need to take a break soon, as I’ve been having dreams about them lately. It’s making my head feel like mashed potatoes. (This is a weird side effect of having just graduated, although I think it may just be me–I mostly want to read fluff these days. Maybe I need some time to decompress all the “serious” books I’ve been consuming for the past four years?)

4. I’ve been trying to study for the GRE, which I haven’t registered for yet (going to find out my work schedule before that happens). The ridiculous part is that I haven’t used math more complicated than basic arithmetic for nearly four years, and so every time I study it my brain starts going, “DANGER! DANGER, WILL ROBINSON!” Help.

5.  Finally, if y’all could, please be praying for my #2 nephew–we’ve found out he probably has some sort of rare disorder, since the bones and cartilage in his hip is apparently eroding somehow. Little guy turns 9 in November.

In fact, how can we all be praying for you? (I say this assuming everyone who reads me is a believer, which may not be the case–if you’re not, then I think we all know how to pray for you. Beware. :))

oh my.

This is really, really funny (albeit rated PG-13 for drug and alcohol references and some language):

(this reminds me: national poetry slam is in austin in august, and part of me is terribly tempted to geek out and go watch, but…yeah, no.)