In the book of Genesis, chapter 11, a tower in Babel rose because the people spoke a common language and decided to build a great project together. They took advantage of the unity towards good and would have attained the greatest of heights.
But then other language got in the way. They couldn't understand each other and scattered, going their own way.
Communication is one of the hardest things we do - even if we speak the same language! Listening, thinking, questions, patience, repetition all play a part in creating this symphony we call life & living together.
When someone leaves info out, or another bears a grudge, or one person doesn't actually understand or agree to what's been said? Well, we all know what dissonant frequencies sound like, out of rhythm and tune, and it's just not pleasant.
The most beautiful pieces of art were not typically created by luck, but instead by dedication, practice, and willingness to learn more, knowing nothing is ever perfect and never necessarily finished.
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The book of Acts is filled with lessons of working to (or miraculous) communication:
1) Acts 2:4-12 set up Peter's life-changing talk in verses 14-42.
2) Acts 8:26-39 is where Philip listens to, notices the Samaritan eunech's scroll (from Isaiah 53:7-8), and let's him choose how he wants to change his life and follow God.
3) Acts 10:9-48 is where Peter, a Jewish man, meets and finds common ground (and isn't hindered solely by what he thinks he knows) with a Roman centurion (aka a "Gentile" - these guys weren't big fans of each other) whose world & his whole family are transformed by Peter's communication.
Etc., etc., etc.
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Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
HUGE (now dead) tarantula
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Saturday, October 16, 2010
3/4 moon and the light left in store
Three-quarters of a moon and there's light left in store today, but not much.
The shadows are cast and the baby still cries, but there is life in store for a world that just may still rise.
Occasional breezes blow to ease the shrill heat, my body sore, tested, and pushed to edges as I race down broken streets.
The smell I could do without, for it is something too unpleasant to describe, but then again, sometimes, that which is easiest to describe is not worth the investment.
One day when the arguments fade, and the government aligns, and the children learn enough to be men shall this desolation be filled with flowers and life once more.
I pray that day is soon.
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The shadows are cast and the baby still cries, but there is life in store for a world that just may still rise.
Occasional breezes blow to ease the shrill heat, my body sore, tested, and pushed to edges as I race down broken streets.
The smell I could do without, for it is something too unpleasant to describe, but then again, sometimes, that which is easiest to describe is not worth the investment.
One day when the arguments fade, and the government aligns, and the children learn enough to be men shall this desolation be filled with flowers and life once more.
I pray that day is soon.
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Friday, October 15, 2010
I'm actually really patient...
I'm not big on excuses but I'm fuller of grace, please just give me a real reason, no more spitting in my face as you taunt and torment me with the things that I bought but you hide, because I really can tell if you lied since I asked directly - or did you just not want to hear when I was so absolutely clear of my intentions before I opened the floodgates and asked for so much more than I could give because I wanted to see life have a chance to actually be lived in a place where the uneducated, inhealthy, malnourished toxiclty resides; where paradise used to be found before reality invaded; where love and light can do so much if only you'd let me buy another battery to light this little lamp at my feet.
I once was lost, but now I'm found. You, on the other hand, leave me so confused...
I once was lost, but now I'm found. You, on the other hand, leave me so confused...
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Thursday, October 14, 2010
Treasuries
When all that's left is memories of how good it was, and it makes you smile?
When there are no words left to describe the sheer joy & pleasure of the moment, and no one caught it on photo or film?
When I can hear your voice in my mind even though we haven't spoken since I walked down the ramp and boarded the plane?
When all that's left is daydreams and prayers for an even more incredible future?
Those are treasuries.
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Hebrews 11:1
Faith is assurance in what we hope for, the certainty in things we cannot see...
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When there are no words left to describe the sheer joy & pleasure of the moment, and no one caught it on photo or film?
When I can hear your voice in my mind even though we haven't spoken since I walked down the ramp and boarded the plane?
When all that's left is daydreams and prayers for an even more incredible future?
Those are treasuries.
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Hebrews 11:1
Faith is assurance in what we hope for, the certainty in things we cannot see...
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010
City of the Sun
It is really sad there. I'm glad to see 122 homes on their way to being built and I hope we can help there too. Let me know if you want to also and I'll explain more how.
Blunt heated sharpened forgery
Burning sun melting thoughts and shape and resistance until hammer strikes not once but a bakers' dozen of blows before casting me back into the flame that I cannot stand beneath and so I fail and fall not into arms but clutching hands that lay me down on pig iron and beat me mercilessly, crying, "More! More! More!"
Fetally I pray that I am done and made, shaped and honed into designed art form; my prayers go unheeded and the oven reopens its mouth to feed upon my anguished screams. The sledge rises and falls and all that does not belong - every gap in my chemical makeup - is compressed into a substance with no more weakness, no more ability to just fall apart, and no more chance to come undone.
My maker lets this world forge me into a man, taking all of me and purifying me, shaping me down into an instrument of peace and beauty: eternal and perfect after endless trial by fire. Refined. Steeled. Ready to cut down walls so as to build new homes - a new world - on rock foundations.
Fetally I pray that I am done and made, shaped and honed into designed art form; my prayers go unheeded and the oven reopens its mouth to feed upon my anguished screams. The sledge rises and falls and all that does not belong - every gap in my chemical makeup - is compressed into a substance with no more weakness, no more ability to just fall apart, and no more chance to come undone.
My maker lets this world forge me into a man, taking all of me and purifying me, shaping me down into an instrument of peace and beauty: eternal and perfect after endless trial by fire. Refined. Steeled. Ready to cut down walls so as to build new homes - a new world - on rock foundations.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Stars & lightning. Cloudy.
Current ends as skies light up, offset by cotton mirrors that float along rivers of air to destinations unavailable to those without wings.
Dots line up to attention and shine not so bright against onyx backdrop, revealing unto me the places I've always wanted to go, but never was afforded the chance to break space-time-oxygen laws.
Without thought I imagine myself there and no longer here. I perceive what collections of good are needed and pretend to shut off eye and ear from every similarly strained cry that says, "give me."
It is silent but all I feel is pain. These muscles are inflamed by curved bed, laundromatted forearms, and the mental stress of ridiculous situations, plus walking the roads of this life with no sign of wheels anywhere.
Chickens, dogs, drums & thunder will surely wake me as much as the dead-air heat, the repowered fan from three to four in the morning, and the next email that tells me who I disappointed or what I did wrong in the midst of giving my life away freely.
Broken chains may rust, hacksaws may cut us free, and plane tickets are within grasp, but only one thing might become the rain, the lightning & the perfect nightly distraction.
Break me and make me new. I cannot forget but I've already forgotten. Let me be weak as you are strong, and I will be your sheep. I am thirsty - leave me to attend, and I will love you as much as the day before.
It is a dark and stormy night, but all I see is the heavens in this hell.
David Sandler, 10/10/10
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Dots line up to attention and shine not so bright against onyx backdrop, revealing unto me the places I've always wanted to go, but never was afforded the chance to break space-time-oxygen laws.
Without thought I imagine myself there and no longer here. I perceive what collections of good are needed and pretend to shut off eye and ear from every similarly strained cry that says, "give me."
It is silent but all I feel is pain. These muscles are inflamed by curved bed, laundromatted forearms, and the mental stress of ridiculous situations, plus walking the roads of this life with no sign of wheels anywhere.
Chickens, dogs, drums & thunder will surely wake me as much as the dead-air heat, the repowered fan from three to four in the morning, and the next email that tells me who I disappointed or what I did wrong in the midst of giving my life away freely.
Broken chains may rust, hacksaws may cut us free, and plane tickets are within grasp, but only one thing might become the rain, the lightning & the perfect nightly distraction.
Break me and make me new. I cannot forget but I've already forgotten. Let me be weak as you are strong, and I will be your sheep. I am thirsty - leave me to attend, and I will love you as much as the day before.
It is a dark and stormy night, but all I see is the heavens in this hell.
David Sandler, 10/10/10
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Friday, October 8, 2010
Courage
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it."
~Mark Twain
Yesterday afternoon a woman got beat by her boyfriend on the road outside our house. The boys we help take care of were upstairs, and witnessed it happening. Instead of running out to protect her or yelling or getting anyone during or even afterwards, they laughed about it.
My friend Nick & I found out about the whole thing 20 minutes later and went to try to help the girl. Afterwards we went back to talk to the boys, who... didn't get it? Some did, but one youth in particular kept laughing about it.
It's possible that he just couldn't imagine fighting someone twice his size so just the thought of it was crazy to him, but he said he'd punch me if I - hypothetically - punched his sister. Still, he couldn't grasp the connection.
We talked to them for over a half hour about the story of the Good Samaritan, Jesus on the cross, loving one another, sacrifice, etc., and seeing any woman as if they were their sister & defending them just the same.
Then we asked them to envision the future and how they would want to be remembered when they died: as brave, giving, honored and loving, or something else? We believe they can become those great men and we'll sacrifice to get them there.
They were afraid of a big, scary guy who beat a woman with a stick. I get that. My prayer is that next time they will triumph over their fear, no matter the cost.
A great & difficult journey lies ahead for these boys, this culture & this nation to rise up. But there is hope: a light, and his name is Jesus, if they will follow and believe.
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~Mark Twain
Yesterday afternoon a woman got beat by her boyfriend on the road outside our house. The boys we help take care of were upstairs, and witnessed it happening. Instead of running out to protect her or yelling or getting anyone during or even afterwards, they laughed about it.
My friend Nick & I found out about the whole thing 20 minutes later and went to try to help the girl. Afterwards we went back to talk to the boys, who... didn't get it? Some did, but one youth in particular kept laughing about it.
It's possible that he just couldn't imagine fighting someone twice his size so just the thought of it was crazy to him, but he said he'd punch me if I - hypothetically - punched his sister. Still, he couldn't grasp the connection.
We talked to them for over a half hour about the story of the Good Samaritan, Jesus on the cross, loving one another, sacrifice, etc., and seeing any woman as if they were their sister & defending them just the same.
Then we asked them to envision the future and how they would want to be remembered when they died: as brave, giving, honored and loving, or something else? We believe they can become those great men and we'll sacrifice to get them there.
They were afraid of a big, scary guy who beat a woman with a stick. I get that. My prayer is that next time they will triumph over their fear, no matter the cost.
A great & difficult journey lies ahead for these boys, this culture & this nation to rise up. But there is hope: a light, and his name is Jesus, if they will follow and believe.
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Thursday, October 7, 2010
Entrustment
Last week I was informed that I trust people too much, that I give them chances and opportunities they don't deserve because they will take advantage of me.
I think back to the way I was through high school and even coming out of college and I laugh because I am so thankful how much I've changed into a person that can give 2nd, 3rd, and onwards chances.
Not that I trust them the same after multiple broken promises or failures, mind you - I'm just not hateful about it. I try to keep love in my heart. I've got to be wise, and I try not to be jaded.
Trust is precious - a gift. I believe its necessary to grant it from time to time.
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I think back to the way I was through high school and even coming out of college and I laugh because I am so thankful how much I've changed into a person that can give 2nd, 3rd, and onwards chances.
Not that I trust them the same after multiple broken promises or failures, mind you - I'm just not hateful about it. I try to keep love in my heart. I've got to be wise, and I try not to be jaded.
Trust is precious - a gift. I believe its necessary to grant it from time to time.
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Monday, October 4, 2010
What it's like to know someone
If someone could run a test on your mind, body & soul to find out everything there is about you, would you take it?
Doctors can scan our bodies, draw blood and run us through physicals; still they can't discover or solve every problem.
Psychiatrists research, ask, prod, and even use brain scans now; still there are too many corners to hide in when we use only 10% of our brains and they can only try to comprehend.
And what of the soul? There is no spelling bee or SAT to score our abilities there. Our soul is measured by the results of our lives - often found in the little things: opening doors, offering to share, taking time out of one's own busy & hectic schedule to help another in some way. But even then, sometimes, we do things without the purest of intentions.
So would we ever really allow for someone to know us - to know ALL of who we are inside and out?
Someone already does. And perhaps if we seek or continue to strive to let people in then we will become our best. For if we stand exposed in the light for all to see, we would always try live a life that does no harm, but only good.
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Psalm 139
1 O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me. 2 You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I'm far away. 3 You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do. 4 You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord. 5 You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head. 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!
7 I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence! 8 If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave, you are there. 9 If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans, 10 even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me. 11 I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night— 12 but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother's womb. 14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. 15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. 16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered! 18 I can't even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
19 O God, if only you would destroy the wicked!
Get out of my life, you murderers! 20 They blaspheme you;
your enemies misuse your name. 21 O Lord, shouldn't I hate those who hate you?
Shouldn't I despise those who oppose you? 22 Yes, I hate them with total hatred,
for your enemies are my enemies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts. 24 Point out anything in me that offends you,
and lead me along the path of everlasting life.
Doctors can scan our bodies, draw blood and run us through physicals; still they can't discover or solve every problem.
Psychiatrists research, ask, prod, and even use brain scans now; still there are too many corners to hide in when we use only 10% of our brains and they can only try to comprehend.
And what of the soul? There is no spelling bee or SAT to score our abilities there. Our soul is measured by the results of our lives - often found in the little things: opening doors, offering to share, taking time out of one's own busy & hectic schedule to help another in some way. But even then, sometimes, we do things without the purest of intentions.
So would we ever really allow for someone to know us - to know ALL of who we are inside and out?
Someone already does. And perhaps if we seek or continue to strive to let people in then we will become our best. For if we stand exposed in the light for all to see, we would always try live a life that does no harm, but only good.
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Psalm 139
1 O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me. 2 You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I'm far away. 3 You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do. 4 You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord. 5 You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head. 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!
7 I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence! 8 If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave, you are there. 9 If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans, 10 even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me. 11 I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night— 12 but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother's womb. 14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. 15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. 16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered! 18 I can't even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
19 O God, if only you would destroy the wicked!
Get out of my life, you murderers! 20 They blaspheme you;
your enemies misuse your name. 21 O Lord, shouldn't I hate those who hate you?
Shouldn't I despise those who oppose you? 22 Yes, I hate them with total hatred,
for your enemies are my enemies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts. 24 Point out anything in me that offends you,
and lead me along the path of everlasting life.
What it's like to know someone
If someone could run a test on your mind, body & soul to find out everything there is about you, would you take it?
Doctors can scan our bodies, draw blood and run us through physicals; still they can't discover or solve every problem.
Psychiatrists research, ask, prod, and even use brain scans now; still there are too many corners to hide in when we use only 10% of our brains and they can only try to comprehend.
And what of the soul? There is no spelling bee or SAT to score our abilities there. Our soul is measured by the results of our lives - often found in the little things: opening doors, offering to share, taking time out of one's own busy & hectic schedule to help another in some way. But even then, sometimes, we do things without the purest of intentions.
So would we ever really allow for someone to know us - to know ALL of who we are inside and out?
Someone already does. And perhaps if we seek or continue to strive to let people in then we will become our best. For if we stand exposed in the light for all to see, we would always try live a life that does no harm, but only good.
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Psalm 139
1 O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me. 2 You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I'm far away. 3 You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do. 4 You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord. 5 You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head. 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!
7 I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence! 8 If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave, you are there. 9 If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans, 10 even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me. 11 I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night— 12 but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother's womb. 14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. 15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. 16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered! 18 I can't even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
19 O God, if only you would destroy the wicked!
Get out of my life, you murderers! 20 They blaspheme you;
your enemies misuse your name. 21 O Lord, shouldn't I hate those who hate you?
Shouldn't I despise those who oppose you? 22 Yes, I hate them with total hatred,
for your enemies are my enemies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts. 24 Point out anything in me that offends you,
and lead me along the path of everlasting life.
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Doctors can scan our bodies, draw blood and run us through physicals; still they can't discover or solve every problem.
Psychiatrists research, ask, prod, and even use brain scans now; still there are too many corners to hide in when we use only 10% of our brains and they can only try to comprehend.
And what of the soul? There is no spelling bee or SAT to score our abilities there. Our soul is measured by the results of our lives - often found in the little things: opening doors, offering to share, taking time out of one's own busy & hectic schedule to help another in some way. But even then, sometimes, we do things without the purest of intentions.
So would we ever really allow for someone to know us - to know ALL of who we are inside and out?
Someone already does. And perhaps if we seek or continue to strive to let people in then we will become our best. For if we stand exposed in the light for all to see, we would always try live a life that does no harm, but only good.
----------
Psalm 139
1 O Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me. 2 You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I'm far away. 3 You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do. 4 You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord. 5 You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head. 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too great for me to understand!
7 I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence! 8 If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave, you are there. 9 If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans, 10 even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me. 11 I could ask the darkness to hide me
and the light around me to become night— 12 but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother's womb. 14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. 15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. 16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered! 18 I can't even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
19 O God, if only you would destroy the wicked!
Get out of my life, you murderers! 20 They blaspheme you;
your enemies misuse your name. 21 O Lord, shouldn't I hate those who hate you?
Shouldn't I despise those who oppose you? 22 Yes, I hate them with total hatred,
for your enemies are my enemies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts. 24 Point out anything in me that offends you,
and lead me along the path of everlasting life.
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Saturday, October 2, 2010
2:23am waking
Waking in the dark no sleep left within, turning to pray a prayer that is not for me, but a hope that anothers' life may still rebegin.
Rest flees me now as only discomfort remains - mixtures of heat, aching neck, hunger and confusion a frozen wave like the first cold shower at a still cold dawn.
No flavor to spirit me away to some other memory, no touch to soothe my troubled soul, only prayers screamed silently, begging for the wisdom and grace long assumed to be naturally known.
No reason to shut my eyes, I can feel myself waking up further, wondering when I will wash all the filth from me, when it is that I will find a way to be cleaned from this mess that I have poured upon myself.
Praying that I can remember it is not my job - that I can't do this alone, that by grace I was returned from death and at infinite & free cost.
I made up my mind in a galaxy far, far away - now I will wake at 2:23 in my morning and ask that others might make up their own minds to do the same.
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Rest flees me now as only discomfort remains - mixtures of heat, aching neck, hunger and confusion a frozen wave like the first cold shower at a still cold dawn.
No flavor to spirit me away to some other memory, no touch to soothe my troubled soul, only prayers screamed silently, begging for the wisdom and grace long assumed to be naturally known.
No reason to shut my eyes, I can feel myself waking up further, wondering when I will wash all the filth from me, when it is that I will find a way to be cleaned from this mess that I have poured upon myself.
Praying that I can remember it is not my job - that I can't do this alone, that by grace I was returned from death and at infinite & free cost.
I made up my mind in a galaxy far, far away - now I will wake at 2:23 in my morning and ask that others might make up their own minds to do the same.
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Friday, October 1, 2010
A Haitian's "Best Friend"
My buddy Nick got in a conversation with one of the Haitians we've spent some time with here, and someone asked if they were best friends. Many times here I've met someone and they immediately refer to me as their best friend.
I have best friends (shout out to kevin, mark, david, aaron, patrick, jessica, and more) and these newbie locals don't qualify yet. Nick asked a question that hadn't occurred to me though. I'm glad he did.
"What does 'best friend' mean to you?"
It turns out a "Best Friend" is someone who they can come to and share dreams, passions concerns, ask questions, get advice, etc.
So all this time I thought it was awkward that people kept referring to me as their best friend, when actually it was them asking if I'd mentor them.
So now I hope I get to be everyone's best friend here. :)
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I have best friends (shout out to kevin, mark, david, aaron, patrick, jessica, and more) and these newbie locals don't qualify yet. Nick asked a question that hadn't occurred to me though. I'm glad he did.
"What does 'best friend' mean to you?"
It turns out a "Best Friend" is someone who they can come to and share dreams, passions concerns, ask questions, get advice, etc.
So all this time I thought it was awkward that people kept referring to me as their best friend, when actually it was them asking if I'd mentor them.
So now I hope I get to be everyone's best friend here. :)
Haiti direct: (+50938953360), BBM: 24B46DD9
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