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Zombie

Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Exams.
Almost over.
Smelling colours.
Who are you?
Eyes pinned open.
Injustifiable exhaustion.
The striving ceases.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
There is hope tomorrow.
Hangin' on for dear life.
Waiting for next week.
Surviving.
Just gettin' by.
Exams...
Oye.

Gloating

Thursday, April 20, 2006
Preface: Ok for real, I'm going to indulge in some serious sin.

I finished statistics exam today, and looks good: I'm gonna pass! This is partially due to not-so-kicked-in-face that I left the exam room with, but more to do with the fact that I got

100% on the survey report!!
that's two zeroes, following a one, incase you missed it.

Oh, and if all points are received for all points given, that makes it PERFECT!

WeeeEEeeEEee!
I toted the thing around all dinner long, and showed it to lots of people. I'm quite proud of it. You should ask to see it, if you want to know what the student body has to say about the cafeteria. You might be surprised...

Motionless

Sunday, April 16, 2006
Standing atop the cliff face, he looks out upon God's creation, admiring the shape of the hills, the life of the trees. The sun shines bright on his face, and a cool breeze blows through his hair. He is the image of independance; he emobodies solitude.

He knows his disposition, he stands atop that cliff and knows the image you now know. But he thinks it flawed. He instead imagines himself on the same cliff face, on a dark, cloudy, windy, rainy night, lightening flashing all around. His face is disfigured, wrinkled, scarred. The only thing keeping him standing is a friend standing next to him, holding him up. This friend knows no body, but is a presence unlike any other. To any other eye, he sits atop the cliff on a chair made of air; he is the image of dependace; he embodies neediness.

His hair is blown everywhere, his eyes are gazed out elsewhere, but seem to have lost all focus. He is motionless. In his mind, he recounts his shortcomings, over and over again. You can see the events take place on his iris. Look closely. He finds himself sinking deeper and deeper, slouching in his chair. He could very well fall off and down the cliff face.

Suddenly, a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole place where he was sitting. He is saved, he is. If instead of resenting his dependance and grew to love it, he could thrive, and once again find himself atop a cliff face, looking out at God's creation, in admiration of the shape of the hills, the life of the trees...

Full of Your Wonders

Saturday, April 08, 2006
How amazing is it, that accross the table from you is a set of dreams, a collection of chemicals, a series of bio-electric pulses, fearfully and wonderfully made, as free, complex, mysterious, as broad and deep as you imagine yourself to be?

There, accross from you is a mass, a volume of 60% water, organs, volountary and involountary functions, assembled for the purpose of God's glory. She exists, and you never thought it possible. How is it that twenty years apart have brought you to the same table, wired in strikingly similar ways, yet with differences that put you in worlds differenciating like black and white?

What a feat of function it is to share a glance--a pause in reality to cause bio-electric pulses of your own within her--to know that your thoughts are the same; that in that moment there exists nothing outside of the locked gaze. Recoveing from a momentary delay in time, only a smile, accross each of your faces confirms everything you thought you knew.

What a wonderful creation. Who could ever have doubted His wonders? This is no measure of miracle, no. This is the revelation of the Garden of Eden.

How fearfully and wonderfully You have made each of us. We are indeed full of your wonders.

Extrapsalmic Poetic Praise

Wednesday, April 05, 2006
How comforting to know that those who select glorious preaching over humble ministry fail and do not last.

Praise the Lord that I would love to scrub toilets!

How comforting to know that Saul's prophesying was a sign to him and Israel of God's authentication of him.

Praise the Lord that I have been authenticated!

How comforting to know that though I struggle and question my calling to ministry, that through special revelation by means of logic and worship using the mind, God still calms the storm, and slays doubts beyond recognition.

Praise the Lord that my doubts are squandered!

Confliction

Monday, April 03, 2006
How can be it that we are conflicted? It is ever so entertainig to watch the person's two characteristics play themselves out in their lives, fighting against each other. Who will win?

Some are ever so logical. Yet they are simultaneously a dramatic.
Some are scornfully pessimistic. They are so hopefully optimistic.
Some are daily troubled. At the same time they are overjoyed.

I observe these things in you, my friends. It is a beautiful thing, the human mind. How inadequate is the English language that we cannot perceive someone being logical and dramatic at the same time, all the while that thought being completely rational?