It begins

From Richard Mitchell,

"...It is childish and idealistic to imagine that we can, especially in this busiest and most technically demanding of worlds, plainly and simply lived as Jesus lived. No, we do not make those reservations, but suppose rather than, in the case of this one life among billions, we can launch ourselves, all at once, and as if by magic, in the the Way in which he walked. And this is because we imagine that the Way of Socrates is barricaded by the wall of an intelligence tests, and the Way of Jesus is not, that the regularly examined life requires a lot of hard mental labor, and that the good life is as natural and automatic as the singing of the birds."



Only one person seems to this that Socrates was not special......................Socrates himself.



But we don't really accept this because he was considered the wisest of men....



"There is a curious contradiction in us when we say that Socrates is an inimitable one in billions because of the power of his mind, and thus deny the power of his mind to judge truly as to whether he was an inimitable one in billions. Our minds, which are not up to the work of imitating him, are nevertheless quiet strong enough to overrule him. Strange."





"The Gift of Fire" - pages 19-20

Spring Break is here.

I plan on reading in the range of 7-10 books (one/day type thing....we'll see how that works...), writing some papers, resting, working out, and eating. :)

Pray for me my brethren. I love you, God bless.

Dead asleep, too tired to weep, no meaningful words to speak because talk is cheap,
Continue to walk like sheep, led astray by the ways we keep
Turning from the fold to the earthly gold we reap

At times, it can be easy to rhyme words without ideas attached,
Meaningful discourse is a prime source from where ideas can hatch,
To get where our intentions match, where to the same purpose we latch,
From there dispatch, the love we catch, when God pours out a fresh batch.

Rejected.....in more than one way.....

and yet I feel so very much "inside of" God's grace.

acid rain down my face, blood tear burns, if only for a glimpse of what my soulish heart yearns, weathered lines of stress, desiring to taste the best...time is awaiting the day when we all get rest....good night, God bless

....A surrendered life is an empowered life.....it's a life that EXPECTS the miraculous....
-Terry Bley at CDYC in 2004 (probably from The Barbarian Way)


Miracles shouldn't be taking us, as Christians, by surprise....MIRACLES SHOULDN'T BE TAKING US BY SURPRISE....MIRACLES SHOULDN'T BE TAKING US BY SURPRISE....Why don't WE get this!??!???!

starting something

note to self, destruct yourself,
take some advice and accept some help,
life's not about you, it's about Someone else,
it doesn't always matter when it comes to what you felt,
everyone's gotta live with the hand they're dealt,
and so we need to accept joy from the topmost shelf,
let His agape love cause our hearts to melt.

For there is no greater love than this, that a Man would lay down His life for His friends...

offer up my pulse to a new body's beat,
unify my appearance making sacred and secular meet,

kinda like a tear drop....gently making its way down my cheek...there's a smile on my lips...but not too much...just the grace-knowledge smile...either way, the heart is disappointed.

I could almost cry, inside almost die, frightened by the truth that I was living a lie.
Angry for my delusion, self-concocted conclusion, burn to the ground my hallowed-hollow pride.