Monday, November 26, 2007
ahh, 2nd one in 2 hours.
Lord, i know that you are with me.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Hey,
sorry i missed cell.. felt quite wasted cause it's been some time again since we had a free slot. wondering if you guys had fun? fill me in ya?
sigh it's about 9 hrs to my first paper. ha not exactly well prepared but trusting the Lord to see me through this again.. Do pray for me can? (considering almost everyone is free =) ).
anyway, just something i read recently, a little random though.
the REAL story of Jack and Jill
http://wiki.xtronics.com/index.php/Jack_and_Jill
God Bless,
Wai
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Hey, I thought I'd share some stuff I've been reading.
This is a sermon transcript from John Donne, that I mentioned Saturday during our dinner. :] John Donne is the poet/philosopher who came up with our very habitual saying of "no man is an island".
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XVII. Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morieris.
(Now, this bell tolling softly far another, says to me: Thou must die.)
XVII. MEDITATION.
PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that. The church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all. When she baptizes a child, that action concerns me; for that child is thereby connected to that body which is my head too, and ingrafted into that body whereof I am a member. And when she buries a man, that action concerns me: all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another. As therefore the bell that rings to a sermon calls not upon the preacher only, but upon the congregation to come, so this bell calls us all; but how much more me, who am brought so near the door by this sickness. There was a contention as far as a suit (in which both piety and dignity, religion and estimation, were mingled), which of the religious orders should ring to prayers first in the morning; and it was determined, that they should ring first that rose earliest. If we understand aright the dignity of this bell that tolls for our evening prayer, we would be glad to make it ours by rising early, in that application, that it might be ours as well as his, whose indeed it is. The bell doth toll for him that thinks it doth; and though it intermit again, yet from that minute that that occasion wrought upon him, he is united to God. Who casts not up his eye to the sun when it rises? but who takes off his eye from a comet when that breaks out? Who bends not his ear to any bell which upon any occasion rings? but who can remove it from that bell which is passing a piece of himself out of this world?
No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee. Neither can we call this a begging of misery, or a borrowing of misery, as though we were not miserable enough of ourselves, but must fetch in more from the next house, in taking upon us the misery of our neighbours. Truly it were an excusable covetousness if we did, for affliction is a treasure, and scarce any man hath enough of it. No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by and made fit for God by that affliction. If a man carry treasure in bullion, or in a wedge of gold, and have none coined into current money, his treasure will not defray him as he travels. Tribulation is treasure in the nature of it, but it is not current money in the use of it, except we get nearer and nearer our home, heaven, by it. Another man may be sick too, and sick to death, and this affliction may lie in his bowels, as gold in a mine, and be of no use to him; but this bell, that tells me of his affliction, digs out and applies that gold to me: if by this consideration of another's danger I take mine own into contemplation, and so secure myself, by making my recourse to my God, who is our only security.
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No man hath affliction enough that is not matured and ripened by and made fit for God by that affliction.
I love what he wrote in this :]
And if you pass the 17th century English barrier, you'll see that all he was talking about is how we are all connected to each other (pochantas song man), in everything we do, if one man in humankind dies, it affects us. Not tangibly or in anyway, but a loss is a loss. And a gain is a gain.
If you ever feel down and out, remember we're all part of a human existence, of deaths and births and love and life and mishaps and miracles. :]
Hope it's not too much!
Thursday, November 01, 2007
It's undeniable how brilliant you are
In an unreliable world you shine like a star
It's unforgettable now that we've come this far
It's unmistakable that you're undeniable
February 5th, Friday morning, purple dawn
Broke a yawn, as a I stepped through the fog, like I stepped to a song
A moment like a poem, you wish you could hold it
I shut my eyes like it's frozen, it's gone when I open
It slipped passed the clouds right there where it lingered
Like your band and a girl could slip through your fingers
My feet hit the ground like a beat for the lonely
ON a path beaten down by the crowds in the morning
If only I could touch past the phony
If only they were there now to hold me
As the questions keep droning
You're the only one who stuck it out last night
The only other one who caught the other line
You're the only one when this world collides
The one that I can't deny
[chorus]
It's my last year here
My first class moved to portable 'a'
Under construction since summer
And it's cold today
I can see my breath, and what's left of the west parking lot
And all the spaces that we fought
And it all seems forgotten, left in the bottom
In past piles of rubble, in puddles of rain water
That hurt last night when I left like that
When I won't come back
Speaking my peace to the past
I can't help but wonder, who is this wind at my back
A whisper to walk on, come on from all that
[chorus]
How am I gonna take it away in this winter wind
You found me on a summer breeze
How am I gonna run away when the autom breaks
Now that you found me in the spring
Come on and sing it out
This song is really about the Lord, and i knew it when i heard it on 987Fm. Mat Kearney is a Christian himself :D
