"When I use a word it means just what I choose it to mean, neither more nor less." ~H. Dumpty

thought one:
“The only man who has the right to say that he is justified by grace alone is the man who has left all to follow Christ. Such a man knows that the call to discipleship is a gift of grace, and that the call is inseparable from the grace. But those who try to use this grace as a dispensation from following Christ are simply deceiving themselves.”

~Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship (remind me to read that!)

thought two:
so when i feel i can't walk/ i'll come running/ i think i can't talk/ i'll pour out my heart/ it's not about the way i feel/ O Jesus, You sacrificed Your life/ I sacrifice my praise [or "day" or "place"... i can't quite tell. all work nicely]

my word, but me diggin' de good tunes...
Running track 2 - Trinidad, sweet beautiful... almost synonymous with "Canaan", right?
~You Are Love

also:
pray for the peace of Colombia whilst you enjoy:
~Pinta el Mundo
~Mirare al Cielo
~Estoy Harto

thought three:
call me a sopping romantic, but the thought that marriage does not extend into eternity kinda bothers me. because if that bond is N/A in the hereafter, what of friendship? what of family? i want to enjoy heaven... with you, my friends.

i dunno. Lewis says that the previous pleasures of life kinda melt away as the pleasures of heaven consume our attention at a higher level (remember his analogy?) but still...

and will we *really* be able to talk to St. Paul and Elijah and whatnot? if Jesus is physically present, will there be a line to see Him?

thoughts as always ontologically rhetorical, but commentary's perenially welcome. can you tell i like the word ontological?

thought four:
a proof for the existance of God: (as logically persuasive to a child of my generation, namely: me.)

~as i walked, 23 minutes late to my statistics class, i heard the sound of rain behind me from the direction of a single tree. as there were no great clouds above, i quickly discerned that the sound was not rain. this tree, whose green has given my soul a sweet balm during the ohsoveryunappreciated days of winter, had waited until all the other trees bloomed to lose its leaves. how gently they fell! how kind was this sacrifice on the part of that God-animated object...