Sunday, November 23, 2008
I am thankful for Jesus because he cares about the things that are important to me, no matter how silly they are, and he goes out of his way to show me that.
I am thankful for Jesus because he trusts me enough to share his heart and his vision with me.
I am thankful for Jesus because he always knows just the right thing to say and he says it at just the right time. He isn't afraid to correct me or confront me about the ugliness in my heart, but he always speaks to me with love because he is making me beautiful.
I am thankful for Jesus because he puts a smile on my face, he makes me laugh.
I am thankful for Jesus because he doesn't hide from me, he always tells the truth.
I am thankful for Jesus because he lets me love him.
Friday, November 14, 2008
And on top of all that, apparently Barack Obama is Irish too!
Sunday, November 9, 2008
In other news I'm going out tonight to hear one of my favorite bands. They are not my favorite band of all time, but they are my favorite band to hear live and some of their songs are my absolute favorites. I'm very happy!!! Oh, they are called Over the Rhine. Check them out, they're awesome!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I am also going to get my hair cut, but haven't yet.
Friday, November 7, 2008
"His name was King Tirian, and he was between twenty and twenty-five years old; his shoulders were already broad and strong and his limbs, full of hard muscle, but his beard was still scanty. He had blue eyes and a fearless, honest face." (King Tirian is my Narnian crush.)
"'Do you think I care if Aslan dooms me to death?' sad the King. 'That would be nothing, nothing at all. Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan had come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for? It is as if the sun rose one day and were a black sun.'"
"As soon as Tirian saw that she was the best pathfinder of the three of them he put her in front. And then he was astonished to find how silently and almost invisibly she glided on before them.
'By the Mane!' he whispered to Eustace. 'This girls is a wondrous wood-maid. If she had Dryad's blood in her she could scarce do better.'
'She's so small, that's what helps,' whispered Eustace. But Jill from in front said: 'S-s-s-h, less noise.'"
"'What are you doing, Sire?' asked Jewel sharply.
'Drawing my sword to smite off the head of the accused Ass,' said Tirian in a terrible voice. 'Stand clear, girl.'
'Oh don't, please don't,' said Jill. 'Really, you musn't. It wasn't his fault. It was all the Ape. He didn't know any better. And he's very sorry. He's a nice donkey. His name's Puzzle. And I've got my arms round his neck.'
'Jill,' said Tirian, 'you are the bravest and most woodwise of all my subjects, but also the most malapert and disobedient. Well: let the Ass live. What have you to say for yourself, Ass?'"
"They drank from a stream, splashed their faces with water, and tumbled into their bunks, except for Puzzle and Jewel who said they'd be more comfortable outside. This perhaps was just as well, for a Unicorn and a fat, full-grown donkey indoors always make a room feel rather crowded."
"'Well, at any rate there's no Humbug here. We haven't let anyone take us in. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs.'
'You see,' said Aslan. 'They will not let us help them. They have chosen cunning instead of belief. Their prison is only in their own minds, yet they are in that prison; and so afraid of being taken in that they can not be taken out.'"
"Everyone except Aslan jumped back from the ice-cold air which now blew through the Doorway. Its edges were already covered with icicles.
'Peter, High King of Narnia,' said Aslan. 'Shut the Door.'
Peter, shivering with cold, leaned out into the darkness and pulled the Door to. It scraped over ice as he pulled it. Then, rather clumsily (for even in that moment his hands had gone numb and blue) he took out a golden key and locked it.
They had seen strange things enough through that Doorway. But it was stranger than any of them to look round and find themselves in warm daylight, the blue sky above them, flowers at their feet, and laughter in Aslan's eyes."
"'Then he breathed upon me and took away the trembling from my limbs and caused me to stand upon my feet. And after that, he said not much but that we should meet again, and I must go further up and further in. Then he turned him about in a storm and flurry of gold and was gone suddenly.
'And since then, O Kings and Ladies, I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me, Beloved, me who am but as a dog-'"
"'Isn't it wonderful?' said Lucy. 'Have you noticed one can't feel afraid, even if one wants to? Try it.' 'By Jove, one can't,' said Eustace after he had tried."
"And there was greeting and kissing and handshaking and old jokes revived (you've no idea how good an old joke sounds when you take it out again after a rest of five or six hundred years)"
"Then Aslan turned to them and said: 'You do not yet look so happy as I mean you to be.' ...And as He spoke He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them."
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
(holding my free Starbucks and pointing at my "I voted" sticker.)
I shall not keep you long. I have called you all together for a Purpose. Indeed for three Purposes! First of all, to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all, and that 26 years is too short a time to live amongst such excellent and admirable people. I don't know half of you so well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. (That isn't necessarily true.) Secondly, to celebrate my birthday. And thirdly... well actually, as I don't plan to disappear, that's it!
And later I'm getting free Ben and Jerry's!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
I always think it interesting that Stephen died on November 1st. All Saint's Day. A day that historically has been set aside to remember the followers of Christ who have gone ahead of us. Those who have triumphed over this life and are enjoying being with Jesus in the next.
I often say these verses from Hebrews chapter 12 to myself. They come right at the beginning, after chapter 11 where we have been told again the stories of so many who followed after God, many of them despite never seeing a fulfillment of what he promised:
"Do you see what this means—all these pioneers who blazed the way, all these veterans cheering us on? It means we'd better get on with it. Strip down, start running—and never quit! No extra spiritual fat, no parasitic sins. Keep your eyes on Jesus, who both began and finished this race we're in. Study how he did it. Because he never lost sight of where he was headed—that exhilarating finish in and with God—he could put up with anything along the way: Cross, shame, whatever. And now he's there, in the place of honor, right alongside God. When you find yourselves flagging in your faith, go over that story again, item by item, that long litany of hostility he plowed through. That will shoot adrenaline into your souls!"
I guess what I want to say, to myself more than anyone, is, "COME ON!" "Don't quit, don't grow weary while doing good. Go hard after God. Don't stop, keep pushing, it's going to be worth it." And if I listen hard enough I can hear Stephen saying the same thing.
So, my birthday is coming up, actually it's on Tuesday, and my favorite store, anthropologie, sent me a little gift. Isn't it cute? There's a little fabric envelope that says, "so" and then you open it and a little card is sticking out that says, "celebrate" and then you get 15% off an entire purchase for your birthday. Isn't that happy?