10 August 2008

the joys of the world wide web

So, while using StumbleUpon, I found a delightfully random cartoon.

Rock on, winged insects of the world. Rock on.

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31 July 2008

thoughts on memory

A faded memory is a curious thing--
a thing so washed and tattered, covered with collected dust and fur, or pressed between sections of old newspaper. But sometimes, when your mind sweeps the corner between latin class and childhood vacations, the old dust flies up and gets in your eyes. Sometimes you finger the yellowed text of a letter, misplaced in Arts and Culture, Section B. It's the thinnest brushes of a spidery spirit when you wonder if you've walked through a web. But that gossamer thing can't catch you, and your steady fingers delicately brush it away.

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15 July 2008

A study on physical and spiritual experience.

Without gloves I grab the icy snow, grip it, and bring it to my face,
to feel the cold, the rush of nerves and senses, to know my skin is alive,
while this ungloved hand frames your face with its index finger, and watches your face contort as your heart pumps feeling into your brain. And such feeling, now mine, cools and awaits the silence of icy rain. I don't want it to be beautiful. I want it to rip open the sky and release hot lightening to disperse the cold and strike my bones,
The same bones that shiver and long for warmth when the snow comes.
But I will not give it to them. I will make them suffer and struggle and adapt and create their own heat for the sake of life.
For my body connects to you, and to the earth, and to my soul, and provides a link to experience,
A circle for my heart to beat, and my eyes to blink, and my feet to walk.

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21 June 2008

academia aversion

During the summer months, one would think academia would be far from the mind. However, as of late (and since I have little to do), I've reviewed and processed several academic subjects often discussed in my house--politics, culture, literature, visual art, etcetera. Unfortunately, I cannot process them as well because my brain left quite a time ago, leaving plenty of space for dull disappointment to stuff its belongings into dark corners and reside.

To be quite honest, I tire of academia. The constant research, the debate, the condescension...I can no longer take. I cannot keep up anymore. I can't, because...many academics discuss and debate amongst each other, but don't even consider the application. How do my thoughts affect my family, my community, myself? Rather, they store their theories in cardboard boxes marked "for professional use only". Certainly the rest of mankind will not understand it, and certainly not use the latin phrase correctly!

Often, and sadly, many who surround themselves with austere academia recite and understand the good findings very well...yet, hardly succeed in putting them into practice. They excuse no other who tries and fails, yet expect unquestioned pardon for themselves. Inadvertently, they dichotomize their lives into theory and practice--and who cares if you strive to live a good, consistent, biblical life? if you don't know all the in's and out's of the latest academic school, it isn't worth crap.

In an review of the book Comparing Two Giants of Apologetics: C S Lewis, Francis A Schaeffer, Douglas R Groothius comments:
"The Christian worldview is not proven in one or two strokes, but is rather verified by appealing to a wide and compelling variety of converging arguments. Christianity is shown to be the best explanation for origin and nature of the universe as well as the human condition and the facts of history. Moreover, Christians must be pastoral in their apologetic practices. We must care deeply for the lost, not simply desire to defeat their arguments. The stakes are too high for apologetic one-upmanship."

Francis Schaeffer did not claim academia, although many place him in that category. Lewis, although an impressive academic in his own right, related Christian truths unto people, not just theological eggheads (lest we forget that they are people too). Both saw the danger of losing touch with the reason we study Scripture or anything else so thoroughly--to present it to people, who long to understand their purpose on this earth.

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06 June 2008

photographs and memories

These are photographs, new and old, full of memories and impressions.




//in this conglomerate:: katherine mcmullen, daniel stephens, scott cook, christina land, jamie shaw, jordan lingerfelt, courtney creekmore, chaz kirby, brandon oberle, brandon sims, josh grimm, howard wellons, hudson smith, emily drummond, justin long, mom, andy croston, michael sewall//

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22 May 2008

cleaning

This Monday I finally cleaned and reorganized my room--joy of joys! I've finally resolved my college and Easley lives into one space, which is quite the accomplishment.

Rummaging through my things I found so many items I had long forgotten. Letters, crafts, books, even stories I had written so long ago (I think I just wrote stories so I could use the cool names I had randomly created or found for characters and places). And it was fun, looking through these things--some wonderful experiences I had forgotten completely about! And sad, thinking how ties once strong are now virtually broken. Resentment, grudges...general unpleasant memories. I remember finding things that, once so precious to me, I threw in the Goodwill pile. Simple things, that once cemented an unbreakable chain to my heart, now fall away from me with a frayed thread. How sad! I once would've said. But now...I see it as God's Grace fully enacted. And hopefully, I'll come home a year from now and have even more memories. And hopefully, fewer stuff.

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18 May 2008

nostalgia

I was looking at Erskine spring pictures today....


photograph by Davey Morgan

*sniff* I miss Erskine! and only ONE measly day after leaving!

//[from right] Christina Land, Grace Cannon, Katherine McMullen, Me//

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