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February 23, 2006

hello my name is...

that was something a covenant friend used to say, pertaining to present action.
"hello, my name is walking through the beads."
"hello, my name is heating up some water."
"hello, my name is drinking tea."

Weird. Yes. I know. Sometimes I think about things like that and I chuckle.

Last night I thought about the time my friends Suzanne and Hayley went on a Camping/Canoeing trip and with every stroke of the canoe paddle, they were haunted by "Carlisle.. Carlisle...Carlisle," the brand written on their oars. Which, to everyone aware of "Butterfly Kisses" by Bob Carlisle, it is clear why this would be deeply disturbing.

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February 15, 2006

here's what i look like

for all my blogreaders who have been curious to see my picture-- since i have inferior skills and have never put pics on here-- go see Stephen's website.
http://j38.net/beck

and that means you can see my boyfriend too.
yay.

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February 13, 2006

why i love the NYtimes

from today's paper...

"The storm transformed what had been two months of humbug winter. The region awoke Sunday to a milk-white morning and an awesome storm that exceeded all forecasts, with snowfalls that transformed straw-drab landscapes into February postcards and brought out skiers, sledders and other wonderlanders."

-Robert McFadden writes this of the Northeasterly snowstorm ...

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February 10, 2006

ask for rain

“Ask the Lord for rain in the springtime; it is the Lord who makes the storm clouds. He gives showers of rain to men, and plants of the field to everyone. The idols speak deceit, diviners see visions that lie; they tell dreams that are false, they give comfort in vain. Therefore the people wander like sheep oppressed for lack of a shepherd” (Zech. 10:1-2).

Today the storm clouds and the rain have come. Inclement destruction and merciful showers often come hand in hand.

I listened to the hymn "Thy Mercy My God" (from the second indelible grace record) this morning on the way to class and little else has had as much pertinence to me today than these lyrics:

Thy mercy my God is the theme of my song,
The joy of my heart, and the boast of my tongue.
Thy free grace alone, from the first to the last,
Hath won my affection and bound my soul fast.

Without Thy sweet mercy, I could not live here.
Sin would reduce me to utter despair,
But through Thy free goodness, my spirit's revived
And He that first made me still keeps me alive.

Thy mercy is more than a match for my heart,
Which wonders to feel its own hardness depart.
Dissolved by Thy goodness, I fall to the ground
And weep for the praise of the mercy I've found.

(Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah)
Hallelujah
(Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah)

Great Father of mercies, Thy goodness I own
In the covenant love of Thy crucified Son.
All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine.
All praise to the Spirit, Whose whisper divine
Seals mercy and pardon and righteousness mine.

Well, Hallelujah
Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
Well, Hallelujah

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February 07, 2006

the actual cartoons...

One of my professors sent out the link to the cartoons which been almost entirely censored by the US press, deemed offensive enough to warrant more bombings... some are surprisingly not so bad, except the one about the virgins... it's bad. and funny. hehe.

http://www.brusselsjournal.com/node/698

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February 02, 2006

i'm doing some thinking again

This morning I woke up and couldn't help but do some thinking.

I was thinking about the verse in 1 John: "We love because he first loved us." The profundity was sinking in for me... because so much of my ability to love is based on being received/accepted by those around me (which can be bad). How much more, how much more would we feel "freed up," believing in infinite, unconditional love coming down from eternal and unchangeable power?


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