Anna's right: it's totally time for Christmas.

 So... Merry Christmas!  I am praying for this season.  I have so much belief in it and what God might do with it.  So many people are without hope.  Or perhaps, for many of us in the Church, we have been given hope, but we've lost it or in our sin squandered it.  During this time of celebration, we are given the opportunity to get a fresh look at hope.  Hope was found in that child's birth.  It was only some birth in a manger, mirrored in dozens of nativity scenes.  Look at it, and ask for God's help in understanding what exactly this sort of hope is supposed to mean.  There are answers, but we have to want them, and we have to ask for them.

Now, it is time for a bit of Christmas cheer, and what better way to do that than but with a little singing.  Here is one of my personal favorites.  Enjoy!

Currently Listening St. Elsewhere By Gnarls Barkley see related

O Time, thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me t' untie.

I would love to write on this quote... it speaks so much of what I feel right now.  It says something profound, profundity I am finding to be very true.  We cannot be our own masters, controling this conversation and that series of actions.  We must submit.  Immediately, we must defer to time and grab fast to patience.  Ultimately, we have a greater need for submission in our lives.

In any case, I will not write more, for the moment.  It is bound to stink.  I need sleep, even though it's so very late that one could say, "'tis too late to go to bed now."  I need my rest.  Tomorrow is a busy day.  Free food in the late morning (yay for scholarships), and then an evening with Micah and Troy.  Fun times.

"With Hey ho, etc."

Currently Reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass By Lewis Carroll see related

So many times I have been heard slamming art, ridiculing it; but I only do this because I can neither create art nor fully comprehend it.  Yet I do understand its appeal.  My friend Jonathan stood in the middle of my room last night, reading the poetry of Lewis Carroll.  Such a magic and beauty in his words that could not be possible without the art he employs.  Go to the art museum or gallery nearby.  Step outside, pick up an autumn leaf, and stare into it.  It is a sort of pleasure that stands off by itself, isn't it?

Another advantage of art is it allows you to say so much without saying much at all.  Nothing explicit, and yet the deepest parts of your heart lie there, there on a canvas, in the flow of language, through the tune of song, between the dimensions of some medium.  I have so much on my mind, so much I'd love to say; but I don't want to tell you anything.  What better way to give my release without giving anything away but by art?

Unfortunately for me, yet luckly for you, I am not an artist.  So instead we will enjoy the art of another, and in this I'll get my kicks and jollies.

This is a video called Jesusland.  It is made by a guy who is not a Christian, but he has some interesting thoughts.  People are just waiting for the gospel.  God, please raise up your workers.

Currently Watching Memento By Guy Pearce, Joe Pantoliano see related

Okay, so you all suck for not reading my last entry.  I've considered the possibilities that either my writing was poor or it was too stale or too long, but I've ruled these out.  The writing was at least above averaged and goodness, it was only 800 words.  Yes David, I am begging for comments: such is the life of a selfish twenty-year-old.

I think I am going to take a nap. I just cancelled an appointment I have, simply because I'm exhausted and sick. Yes, I need rest.

And baby - one thing you 's gots to know: I am the freaking foot master.

Farwell, so long, adieu.

Tempt not a desperate man.
--Romeo and Juliet