September 2010
21 posts
August 2010
22 posts
Philippians 4:8Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
People fight about this, because they’d rather do what they want then what they know is right. I don’t understand why they would want to.
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Spencer: “It’s too dark to read…” (closes book) Laura: “Sweet, now you can talk to me.” Spencer: “…I need a book light.”
At odds...
Turmoil exists. The camp has been compromised. The walls have been breached. And I am certain that there can be no hardship unable to be overcome. However, the overcoming of trouble is trouble in itself. When human beings cease to respect one another, there comes in the problems of anger or apathy. Anger is by default destructive. It builds barriers and separates brothers. It obliterates...
The fact...
I just paid the last installment of my tuition for college. I am finished. The sad part is that I could have bought a BMW with what I paid for an education. I feel like this is a conspiracy. That those with money are allowed to access knowledge, and that you need a certificate to prove that you accomplished something.
"Chesterfield owned..."
Last night I hung out with kids a few years younger than myself, and we had probably one of the best friendship oriented shows that I’ve been present at in a long time. It was free, with two bands, and a bunch of our friends. It was spectacular to see two distinct groups of people getting to know one another. We all watched the bands, we all made s’mores around the campfire, we all...
Apparently...
Struggling with 1st gear in a sports car because of an old, somewhat finicky clutch looks a lot like drunk driving. And by struggling I mean starting slow. Not spinning tires and popping it like I’ve no idea what I’m doing, but simply taking off a second or two after the car in front of me. I got pulled over last night because of 1st gear. I don’t drink, I have no intention of...
Contemplation:
Sometimes I believe that the things we deem inconsequential really become the things that show us how selfish we are. Whether it be through the dismissal of humanity, or the obsession over our own agendas, we are shown our own likeness in the reflection of our days.
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Home:
I often find myself feeling displaced. Though I am aware that “refugee” is by no means the term most befitting for my circumstance, because I have not experienced the intense and horrible conditions that so many across the globe have felt. I will say I understand the concept of not belonging. While this is a popular concept among believers and general social circles, I am not...
The ways of the blind man:
I have read this before. Each time I read it I am reminded of two things. A.) Idolatry is extant in the hearts of men. It has not fled to the hills to ancient times. It is made in the hearts of our generation and comes out in the works of our hands. B.) It is worthless. I do not presume to have attained freedom from idolatry. I think that we are prone to the replacement of God with things...
“If the evangelical Christian leadership thinks that “cool Christianity” is a...”
– Brett McCracken (from “The Perils of Hipster Christianity”) (via littlerocklove)
I stand...
Up in the lines of people in the room. I relate to the people in front of me more than I do with the plethora of young-adults about me. I look at the words on the screens and sometimes I say them, sing them. All of a sudden, I am wracked with the desire to climb up on that stage and gain the respect of my peers. I was taken aback by this initially, because I am not partial to allowing myself to...
Goodbyes are for the past
I sold my car(this is almost a completely true statement). It was too easy until the guy called wanting his money back because he ran the wrong VIN in a carfax and pulled up some scrapped car in a junkyard in SC. It was only the twelfth time I thought I was going to vomit today. So today I learned my car has a ghost. The amputee car that donated its door to mine once upon a wreck is alive and...
Brothers:
This morning I found myself at a Sheetz in the middle of rural Virginia with two guys that I can call my friends. Both are brilliant and joyous to be around, each with their way of drawing up one’s spirits from the gloom of the drear clouds and bring to life conversation. Not with silly, frivolous topic, but with sustainable, heart-felt, real speech. Such thing is a gift between...
This provoked thought:
I used to listen to this band consistently, and while they have slipped into the recent past in my frequented discographies, I do not forget my appreciation of them. A few lines of this song crossed my mind last night, and I have found that I like it more than I remember.
Stabbing Art to Death Showbread
Shall we use needles or knives to realign your...
I'm starting to....
Last night, four friends and myself ventured out as the sun had only just disappeared behind the horizon to alight the other hemisphere. We cozily situated ourselves in the car and made short of a two hour drive to the coast, complete with gas station stops and some ideal craigslist business. I had never been to the Virginia coastline, but being the Atlantic Ocean, I figured it would not...
Explosions in my chest:
Psalm 139
1 O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. 2 You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar, 3 You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. 4 Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD. 5 You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. 6 Such...
So, I've given up.
Recently, my previous blog site has become a vast wasteland full of debauched thoughts and pictures of half-naked humans. Due to this increase in rancid filth, here I am.
