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September 30, 2003
The Seashell Pt 3
This is the 3rd part of a series that I statrted in July. Here are the first and second parts if you want to catch up.
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Proverbs 30:7-9
O God, I beg two favors from you before I die.
First, help me never to tell a lie.
Second, give me neither poverty nor riches!
Give me just enough to satisfy my needs. For if I grow rich, I may deny you and say, "Who is the LORD?" And if I am too poor, I may steal and thus insult God's holy name.
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Untitled
love? is there such a thing
could this world bring
two together symbolized with a ring
or is love just a cheap fling
many talk about finding love
but I believe love will find you
If the love you desire is true
I looked for love, but I was a fool
little did I know love can cause so much pain
The whole time and emotion spent in vain
now this pain is like a blood stain
it may dull but it will never go away
feeling sick to my stomach, and spinning in my brain
I cant concentrate, going insane
besides God I am alone
expressions as cold as stone
inside is like a tornado storm
twisted things and destruction upon everything
to repair will take time,
and for me to be willing
By S. Johnson (2002)
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September 25, 2003
like a thorn tree in the whirlwind
There's a man going around taking names and he decides
Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated
Quite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each
Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around
CHOURS
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet
They will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around
CHOURS
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around
copyright jonny cash
Posted by paul at 01:28 PM | Comments (3)
September 23, 2003
Paris
So what do you think about Paris?
According to John VanDyke it is reputed to be the toughest spiritual spot on the planet. I have never been there. Anyone know?
Maybe I should trust God to use me to start a church in downtown chicago first...?!
Posted by paul at 12:02 AM | Comments (2)
September 21, 2003
"I dieing man to dieing men"
This life is but a breath
so drag it out
suck in deep
and exhale
"I remember when we used to sleep on stars..."
Posted by paul at 10:14 PM | Comments (5)
September 17, 2003
To hear God's Voice
Hearing God's voice is a complex process. At least that's what it seems like to me. I know that some people assume to have had God speak directly to them and head in a completely tangential direction from past counsel. Now there are those that claim to have heard God simply reinforce the Bible and other mature leaders in their lives. I have a tendency to believe that the later have actually recieved a message or thought directly from the father. As to the others well that is another post all together.
As for me I feel like God talks to me through:
God has never spoken to me in a direct voice. Now you can question my salvation or simply my faith but I do feel led by him and have made innumerable decision based on "hearing from God" through the following ways.
This is how God talks to me:
1) God speaks to me through his word. Bringing verses to mind that I haven't read in months or simply while I am reading it something "jumps off the page". This doesn't happen very often, but when I am desperately in need of him and when I do what I know I need to and go to him in prayer, sometimes he answers this way.
2) God speaks to me through wise people. Way too often I am convinced of something that I need to do or say but have not sought the counsel of a wise person or two. And then when I do I suddenly become convinced that what I was about to do was the exact opposite of what I really should do.
3) God speaks through nature and my experience. Wether it is a windy stormy day or a quiet sunset God soothes my soul through the outdoors. He also speaks through my past bring lessons from it that I can take and apply today. If I go through a trial and don't learn something from it... well lets just say I AM BEING A FOOL.
Wow this post just flew off of my fingers... I have never written one so fast in all of my blogging...
How does God speak to you? Tell me a story about it... :)
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You
Walking along in the night, so silent, so bright
I turn my head to listen to the hills echo their praise
So amazing yet ever new we are
for the leaves in the trees, the moon so high in the sky, even the wind reminds me of you.
Posted by paul at 08:16 PM | Comments (1)
September 15, 2003
News
I think that it needs to be noted that Tim Borseth opponent to blogging everywhere sent out a lengthy email and refered to it as a sort of "bog" entry:
"It's like a bog except it's just one e-mail."
We can interpret this in two ways:
1) Tim's facination with Dinosaurs and geology has spilled into the english wetland realm.
or
2) He is seeing the power and relaxation afforded by writing ones thoughts out and then informing everyone he knows about them. In short he is becoming (gasp) a blogger.
He almost has one on his site in the news section.
K, thats enough sensationalism for 1am on a Sunday evening. G-nite all.
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September 14, 2003
Provocative
So since all of my three hundred some readers have chosen not to comment on my blog over the last several entries I have picked a topic so crazy and so alternative that it could be considered X-treme!!!
So... here goes...
Which do you like better Skim milk or 2% or other? Chocolate? I heard once that they take all the fat out of all milk and then add it back in for 2% or whole milk, (Vitamine D for politically correct out there.) Is that true?
Let the raging discussion begin.
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September 10, 2003
We Write to Discover
So here I am back again. I suppose that I am not a very good blogger... oh well suck it up. ;)
So my English 305 Creative Nonfiction teachers says that we write to discover. We write to learn more about a certain situation or more about ourselves or someone else. I think that he is right in the general sense of the word but I myslef wreiting more just to miss splel words, I mean to relax and sit back. I enjoy writting and maybe I am just so terrible at it that I really never discover anything deeper about myself. Anyway that is what I have been thinking about today. By the way my teacher has asked us to do a personal essay. So maybe you will get pieces of that as I work on it...
p.s. Christopher O'Riley has an amazing cd out. It is his classical piano versions of Radioheads music. It is really cool and relaxing to listen to. You can listen to some of them off of his web site and also on this or this.
Posted by paul at 08:09 PM | Comments (0)
September 01, 2003
Dark
In the stillness and dark when silence has overtaken me
as my breath ceases to rush in and out but mearly wanders through
I think about how I can still live
for my candle flickers so in this windy world
sometimes maybe it's despair that pauses my heart beat
but I am certain that it is always hope that stands and will not give way
so I try and answer my doubts and reason my fears to sleep
but instead it is me that sleeps
my fears simple elude my grasp and slink away
away into the dark
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