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| I'm wondering...I'm trying to decide whether or not to keep this blog. I'm considering moving my blog/web page all over to Google pages, cuz they're pretty cool. And Myspace is kind of overrated.
Oh well. I won't decide now. It's too late, and I need to be up by 7:00.
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| On God meeting you where you are...The Kingdom of God
by Francis Thompson
O WORLD invisible, we view thee,
O world intangible, we touch thee,
O world unknowable, we know thee,
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
Does the fish soar to find the ocean,
The eagle plunge to find the air—
That we ask of the stars in motion
If they have rumour of thee there?
Not where the wheeling systems darken,
And our benumbed conceiving soars!—
The drift of pinions, would we hearken,
Beats at our own clay-shuttered doors.
The angels keep their ancient places;—
Turn but a stone, and start a wing!
Tis ye, tis your estranged faces,
That miss the many-splendoured thing.
But (when so sad thou canst not sadder)
Cry;—and upon thy so sore loss
Shall shine the traffic of Jacob’s ladder
Pitched betwixt Heaven and Charing Cross.
Yea, in the night, my Soul, my daughter,
Cry,—clinging Heaven by the hems;
And lo, Christ walking on the water
Not of Gennesareth, but Thames!
Francis Thompson was an opium addict living in the slums of Charing Cross in London. He would write letters to the editor of the London newspaper, who was frustrated that he had no return address for a writer he knew to have the genius of Milton.
And then God revealed Himself to Thompson. And this poem is how Thompson saw God's calling of the very lost and the bottom of the down and out.
Christ walking on the water of the Thames. Now that is a God worth worshipping.
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| ...The span of time on this blog roughly reflects the span of time in my personal journal.
Basically, I'm too lazy to write anything...except the following poem (which is not mine, by the way...)
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| I popped...the question, that is.
She said yes. That is quite fantastic.
Of course, I have yet to figure out women...so marriage will be even more confusing. But I look forward to the adventure. | | |
| SweetThis looks very interesting.
The most intimidating line ever: "Our arrows will blot out the sun."
The manliest line ever: "Then we will fight in the shade."
Of course, I'm kind of a sucker for good-looking warrior films.
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