let no man tear asunder...

Confession: I got up at 5am to see the Royal Wedding.

Ever since I could remember, I've always been fascinated by royalty of every kind. The grandeur, the luxury, the ridonkolousness of everything these folks had a hold on, held me spellbound.

When I was much younger, I remember absorbing book after book about palaces, castles, monuments, etc. etc. that were built because of such people. I've drawn and built so many models of royal residences that the very number of them all would match that of the number of those in Europe.

I've dreamt of cooking and eating the meals of the Sun King. (keyword is dreamt, not trying to have a heart attack...)

Obsession would be an understatement. So, naturally, me waking at 5am was child's play.

The wedding speaks for itself. Millions of pictures and commentators have said plenty, so I needn't rave on it.

But, I will rave about one wedding. Christ and His bride. Forgive the cliché, but this match was definitely made in heaven.

Revelation 19:6-8.

This Bride is beautiful only because the Bridegroom made her so.

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It's that time again where ERRRBODY comes out the woodwork.

Cars fill up the parking lot. Standing room only a lot of times. Multiple and sometimes extended meeting times occur.

Frustrating, to say the least.

All petty stuff aside, it's definitely worth it.

Resurrection. A simple concept with revolutionary effects. Who'd thought that 2000+ years later, one man's death could cause this much commotion every year?

Luke 15.

One is ALL the difference.

lessons from the Concrete Mistress

I'm claiming credit for the above name just coined, first.

Don't get me wrong. I heart New York. It never disappoints when I go. But as of lately, the mistress of THIS particular concrete jungle has been quite harsh.

I never cease learning from my encounters with her. But particularly, I want to focus on this little nugget of info from Mme Concrete. Hopefully, this ain't already in textbooks. If it is, I apologize for not crediting you, dear reader, properly for it. But if it isn't...I'm claiming it first too.

I've realized folks learn facts/gossip in one of two ways. A: in one long stream of info. Getting the whole picture, if you will. B: in fragments, having to piece them together along the way to get the whole picture. Like puzzle pieces. I want to focus on this "Puzzle Piece Learning."

Certainly each type of learning has its merits, but it's the "PPL" that confounds me the most. A lot of times we get pieces and just don't know where to place them. Sometimes we jam it in a place, thinking it'll fit in -only to find it doesn't match later on. Sometimes we just store it away, hoping and sometimes not knowing when it'll make sense. Hopefully it doesn't have to become a Slumdog Millionaire type of deal.

Info gathered through "PPL" seems the most challenging to deal with at that moment, but most rewarding when it comes to be of much use, at the most random times. It is then that when everything falls into place, everything makes sense.

It seems to me that A LOT of His lessons are the same way. Finding pieces that seemingly fit nowhere at present, to then find that it fits perfectly into His most perfect puzzle picture later on.

Hats off to this Teacher.