This one is for SR. I hope he doesn't mind.
On catching up with one of my former students, SR and I talked about his trip to the Holy Land.
As most of my dear readers know, Religious Studies was hustle/major part 2, so we had PLENTY to talk about.
Seeing and experiencing Israel first hand and retelling the sights he witnessed overwhelmed me with a series of fits of goosebumps. To see, smell, breathe, walk, etc. etc. the very same places Biblical folks have lived. I've got goosebumps even as I reflect and write this sentence.
As the exchange progressed, he mentioned some worries he had been wrestling with about the upcoming semester, on a boat in the SEA of GALILEE?!? When in the midst of deep contemplation, a flock of birds flew by him. SR recounted that he was reminded of the birds mentioned in Matthew 6. More goosebumps.
I dare not summarize SR's trip, for fear of cheapening the experience, but I will say this...
The birds were a beautiful reminder of His omnipresence. To think, that He would use His creations to speak to us. To remind us of His power. His might. His glory. Land, sea, and air.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
the eleventh hour
TOO MANY things happen at this time.
From my days as a student, I remember countless papers being written at this time. A lot of times it was procrastination. BUT, more times than the former excuse, it was because I just couldn't think of anything to write. I've conceded to the fact that I'm a terrible writer. Folks say practice makes perfect, hence more reasons for me to blog. Although, I don't conform to "regular" writing formats. Oh, well.
From my on and off work experience in the food industry, this hour sucks. Not gonna attempt to recount any stories. There are COUNTLESS. I think the front and back of the house staff of any food establishment can commiserate with me on this.
In more recent years, I've come to realize this is the time that really counts. This is the time when all that was supposedly naught comes booming into fruition. This is the time when something finally gives way. This is the time when all else has failed miserably, that ONE thing pulls us through.
Much like that final hour when He breathed His last. When all thought that His death was in vain, it was than that victory was achieved.
I'm not saying to procrastinate. Far from it, dear reader! I'm just saying be optimistic about the eleventh hour because...the end is near.
From my days as a student, I remember countless papers being written at this time. A lot of times it was procrastination. BUT, more times than the former excuse, it was because I just couldn't think of anything to write. I've conceded to the fact that I'm a terrible writer. Folks say practice makes perfect, hence more reasons for me to blog. Although, I don't conform to "regular" writing formats. Oh, well.
From my on and off work experience in the food industry, this hour sucks. Not gonna attempt to recount any stories. There are COUNTLESS. I think the front and back of the house staff of any food establishment can commiserate with me on this.
In more recent years, I've come to realize this is the time that really counts. This is the time when all that was supposedly naught comes booming into fruition. This is the time when something finally gives way. This is the time when all else has failed miserably, that ONE thing pulls us through.
Much like that final hour when He breathed His last. When all thought that His death was in vain, it was than that victory was achieved.
I'm not saying to procrastinate. Far from it, dear reader! I'm just saying be optimistic about the eleventh hour because...the end is near.
Friday, July 8, 2011
ad infinitum
I just got slapped again.
The tired joke/lament of aging keeps coming up in my conversations.
Another set of my dear Gov School students are going/have gone to college orientation.
Folks I love and miss from the Grape are getting married within the year.
Couples I knew before they were an item are married and are pregnant (the collective, "We're pregnant!", mind you).
Life keeps moving along, and it seems that I'm a witness to the much-too-fast-of-a-pace-for-my-going for the folks around me. Don't get me wrong, I'm ok with my pace for now, it just seems that ERRRBODY's on rush hour mode.
Maybe my going with the flow is too slow? Whatever the case, I pray that my timing coincides with His perfect timing. His Will be done, not mine. Like how He's been doing it, ad infinitum.
The tired joke/lament of aging keeps coming up in my conversations.
Another set of my dear Gov School students are going/have gone to college orientation.
Folks I love and miss from the Grape are getting married within the year.
Couples I knew before they were an item are married and are pregnant (the collective, "We're pregnant!", mind you).
Life keeps moving along, and it seems that I'm a witness to the much-too-fast-of-a-pace-for-my-going for the folks around me. Don't get me wrong, I'm ok with my pace for now, it just seems that ERRRBODY's on rush hour mode.
Maybe my going with the flow is too slow? Whatever the case, I pray that my timing coincides with His perfect timing. His Will be done, not mine. Like how He's been doing it, ad infinitum.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
love vs. l'œuf
WIMBLEDON.
For the past 3 years, I haven't been able to follow Wimbledon because of the greatness that is Gov School. Now that I'm in temporary retirement from it, I've been following it like crazy.
So this year, Sharapova has risen through the Wimbledon ranks again. I love a comeback. I remember her title match against Serena back in '04. Oooh, was that game something to watch! But since then I've not heard much of her Wimbledon-wise. But, to bring it back to the present, her match against Kvitova was CRAZY. 4 deuces?!? I was frustrated and tired for the both of them. Congrats to Kvitova for winning this year.
It seems that whatever spectator sport that I follow closely at the moment has that "I-need-to-play-that-right-NOW" effect on me.
Now I'm desperately looking for my racket.
US Open is just a month away!
Addendum: Djokovic won the Men's title. I'm telling you, these folks from the former Soviet Bloc...
For the past 3 years, I haven't been able to follow Wimbledon because of the greatness that is Gov School. Now that I'm in temporary retirement from it, I've been following it like crazy.
So this year, Sharapova has risen through the Wimbledon ranks again. I love a comeback. I remember her title match against Serena back in '04. Oooh, was that game something to watch! But since then I've not heard much of her Wimbledon-wise. But, to bring it back to the present, her match against Kvitova was CRAZY. 4 deuces?!? I was frustrated and tired for the both of them. Congrats to Kvitova for winning this year.
It seems that whatever spectator sport that I follow closely at the moment has that "I-need-to-play-that-right-NOW" effect on me.
Now I'm desperately looking for my racket.
US Open is just a month away!
Addendum: Djokovic won the Men's title. I'm telling you, these folks from the former Soviet Bloc...
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