So this morning, on my way to work... I had the radio on. Now, as a rule, I don't like morning shows. Radio is for music, and talking on the radio is just annoying. Anyway, this particular morning show is not usually too annoying and they were playing a game called "my three songs" where they play three songs with a common link and you have to figure out what it is. I heard the first two, and I thought I knew what it was.. and when they played the third.. I knew I was right, so I tried to call (besides, the prize was Flyers tickets and I have a friend who's a huge fan). Busy signal.. busy signal.. I guess I won't get through...I'll call one more time... and it rang!! and they asked me my answer and...
It was wrong. They said to keep trying... but I'm easily pleased, I felt important just for getting through.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
To my sister
Dear Alleta,
It's hard to believe that it's been ten years--Since I saw your smile, since I heard your voice. Seems just last week when we were laughing uncontrollably on our back deck, and saying hi to the boys on the strip.
You would've turned thirty this year...hard to believe. I always think of you as that carefree teenager I first saw dancing to the oldies, and coloring in the car on our way to Florida. It would have been nice to know you as an adult...I often wonder what you would think if you could see my life now.
Most of all, I wish I had the chance to know you as a child of God. I always like to think that you would encourage me to walk by faith and not take things too seriously...that much you taught me even in the last few months of your life.
I miss you. I miss having a sister. I was thinking today of what you must be doing now. I know you're beautiful once again, and probably get into mischief even in paradise. And I know you're dancing. Dancing before the One who must still have some work for me to do here.
Save me a dance, Alley. I love you.
It's hard to believe that it's been ten years--Since I saw your smile, since I heard your voice. Seems just last week when we were laughing uncontrollably on our back deck, and saying hi to the boys on the strip.
You would've turned thirty this year...hard to believe. I always think of you as that carefree teenager I first saw dancing to the oldies, and coloring in the car on our way to Florida. It would have been nice to know you as an adult...I often wonder what you would think if you could see my life now.
Most of all, I wish I had the chance to know you as a child of God. I always like to think that you would encourage me to walk by faith and not take things too seriously...that much you taught me even in the last few months of your life.
I miss you. I miss having a sister. I was thinking today of what you must be doing now. I know you're beautiful once again, and probably get into mischief even in paradise. And I know you're dancing. Dancing before the One who must still have some work for me to do here.
Save me a dance, Alley. I love you.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Rainbow Weather
I was driving home today and I saw a little rainbow piece hanging by itself in the sky.
My favorite kind of weather (even better than 72 and perfect) is rainbow weather. You know those days. The sky is cloudy, some gray, some white, fluffy and rolling, usually moving swiftly, with little bits of blue, and sunshine peeking through. It's always bad when I'm driving on those days. I'm constantly on the lookout for rainbows...
I don't want to offend those who like science a whole lot, but I've never been real satisfied with the scientific explanation for rainbows. I still take them as signs from God--that He's there, even when I can't see His face, or, in cases like today, that He still has a few surprises in store even when I think I've got it together.
So, when things look bad. Your days are gray, and you can't really see God's face---keep a look out. It's through tears that the laughter is sweetest and only with a good cloudy day can God show His colors of promise..
My favorite kind of weather (even better than 72 and perfect) is rainbow weather. You know those days. The sky is cloudy, some gray, some white, fluffy and rolling, usually moving swiftly, with little bits of blue, and sunshine peeking through. It's always bad when I'm driving on those days. I'm constantly on the lookout for rainbows...
I don't want to offend those who like science a whole lot, but I've never been real satisfied with the scientific explanation for rainbows. I still take them as signs from God--that He's there, even when I can't see His face, or, in cases like today, that He still has a few surprises in store even when I think I've got it together.
So, when things look bad. Your days are gray, and you can't really see God's face---keep a look out. It's through tears that the laughter is sweetest and only with a good cloudy day can God show His colors of promise..
Faith and Foolhardiness
So don't ask me why, but I've been reading Kierkegaard's Fear and Trembling. And with much high falutent language he says that Abraham's faith when he was asked to sacrifice Isaac (Genesis 22) was truly exceptional because Abraham believed the absurd. He believed that even though God asked him to give up his son, that God would still find a way to restore Isaac to him. God's promise would stand.
Kierkegaard goes on to say that there's a difference between infinite resignation, and true faith. Resignation is what a lot of people see as faith. They see a situation and see the impossibility of it, they face the pain and press on, knowing God is all loving and knows best. They see eternity as when they will find happiness. He asserts, though, that faith goes one step further. Faith faces the impossibility of a situation, knows for a fact that it can not happen, and then trusts God to do it anyway--even if all forms of human logic make it seem that it just can not happen. Faith looks for God's provision in this life.
I suppose the truth of this assertion would be dependent on what the situation is. I mean, Abraham was depending on the promise of God. That's a pretty reliable plan. If we're simply looking at our own hopes and dreams and just seeing that they aren't unfolding and yet believe with all out might that God will do it. Isn't that just foolhardiness? Blind optimism? I can't really get my head around that being faith. I'm going to rassle with this some more and get back to you.
Kierkegaard goes on to say that there's a difference between infinite resignation, and true faith. Resignation is what a lot of people see as faith. They see a situation and see the impossibility of it, they face the pain and press on, knowing God is all loving and knows best. They see eternity as when they will find happiness. He asserts, though, that faith goes one step further. Faith faces the impossibility of a situation, knows for a fact that it can not happen, and then trusts God to do it anyway--even if all forms of human logic make it seem that it just can not happen. Faith looks for God's provision in this life.
I suppose the truth of this assertion would be dependent on what the situation is. I mean, Abraham was depending on the promise of God. That's a pretty reliable plan. If we're simply looking at our own hopes and dreams and just seeing that they aren't unfolding and yet believe with all out might that God will do it. Isn't that just foolhardiness? Blind optimism? I can't really get my head around that being faith. I'm going to rassle with this some more and get back to you.
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