23 Nov
Christmas is creeping up and you know what that means… the time of explosive materialism and consumerism….
kind of makes me sick
What about if this year your gifts came from places like here or here. Gifts with purpose, that were ethical, and helpful…
OR maybe this, I saw it last year at youth, it is slightly more radical, but I like it.
23 Nov
Oh boy. The Wailin’ Jennys in Calgary.
I have not been this excited since Joshua Radin.
…perhaps I am even more excited…
Glorious Day Indeed.
21 Nov
I feel on edge and apprehensive, my blood just below boiling point, pulsing against skin which is slightly too tight.
I am aware of everything around me, the slightest sound as my attention.
feels like something is going to happen. But what?
21 Nov
Whenever I order Tim Horton’s Ham and Swiss sandwiches I get the tomato bum…
I hate them, so I throw them out. You think I would stop ordering the tomato… yet I always do…
20 Nov
So many thoughts surging through my mind.
Vancouver
In short flashes it was…
the feeling of anticipation, like I was visiting an old friend.
the beauty of simplicity and the tears of joy steaming from children of God singing “Jesus Loves You” as a Sunday worship song.
the pure joy found on the faces of Joy Fellowship; pure love and genuine interest shown though their pastor David.
the honest uttering of broken people as they scribble disjointed words on a page calling out to a God they reject.
the futuristic chime that echo’s in the halls of the sky train.
the constant rain and fresh air demanding the necessity of tea or coffee at every moment.
the elegant design in my coffee cup that spoke importance into my life, rather than saying I am just another $4.35.
the hours spent on a cramped bus talking, sharing, laughing, sleeping and just being silent.
the excitement of finding the infamous Paper-Ya.
the detailed embroidery of wooden chairs and fixed up doors into art.
the satisfaction of dressing up in unique outfits belonging to a man I never met.
the contagious lifestyle of people so alive and passionate it hurts.
the gifts I was given, a mug, a hat, a purse, and a sweater.
the hilarity of those around me, and birth of various nick names.
the tedious need to pack and unpack my things throughout the week.
the crazy GPS that told us we were going 124m/h diagonally across the city while we were stopped at a red light.
the stress of getting lost on the way to the farm, concealed with spur of the moment photos in front of large homes and cute bridges.
the terror of feeding cows and being sure my finger would not remain intact.
the absolute joy on the faces of those in House of Hope as they showed off their ballroom gowns
the opportunity to watch those around me love and serve.
the attempts to light birthday candles while on a bus with no fire.
the distorted faces of friends as the pungent flavor of Durian gelato assaulted their tongue.
the introduction to a new magazine that deals with justice and community.
the opportunity to be honest and real with myself.
Vancouver was what I needed.
10 Nov
I leave for Vancouver tomorrow.
While I am there I hope I get life all over me.
I want to give myself completely to what I am doing.
I don’t want it to be about myself and how it will benefit me.
Maybe I will ACTUALLY love people instead of theorizing it.
–I am tired of my thoughts that go nowhere, and my apathetic life.
I would like some passion.
7 Nov
Do I choose who I love, or have compassion for them based on things other then the fact they are a child of God? Can I justify taking no action because I think the circumstance that surrounds their misfortune allows me to do so?
Today in class we looked at two pictures:
The reaction for the first picture was mostly pure compassion -how could someone let that child die? We have to do something!
…the second one… well a lot of people said that unlike the child, this person made choices that ended him where he is. We don’t have to be held responsible. I didn’t agree with that initially. I thought, no I should do something anyways...
But the more we talked the more I realized my thoughts and actions do not match. I do nothing for that man and he is outside my door. I say he matters, yet he still is shivering in my door way.
I am a broken girl with fragmented love, love that is so firmly rooted in circumstance. The result?
The Children of God are left feeling like orphans.
6 Nov
Today is November 5th I celebrated by watching V for Vendetta, a wonderful movie.
4 Nov
A year to simply read, and a library that looks like this.
Think of the possibilities. I need to make more time for books. They are so wonderful.
25 Oct
sometimes I like just sitting. -sitting with purpose and just being.
There are things to be done yes, there are things I should do.
But when was the last time you just sat?
