Part 2

Truth
conformity to facts
But if there is no truth, are there facts?
Yes
What are they?
Life; the very existence of humanity
Life?
It is a fact
Indisputably, life exists at this moment
Now?
And at the beginning
The beginning? The beginning of what?
Time
when life began
So there is a fact. Life itself is a fact
So?
What does that prove?
How did life get here? By chance? By design?
Yes
The Great Designer
A designer greater than anyone can imagine
Oh
But where? How?
All around. Everywhere you look, He is there
He?
Who? And why?
Him. Because He cares. He is the creator
Of?
Creator of what?
Everything. The sun, moon, grass and sea
See?
He is there
Waiting. Waiting in case one should call
Call?
Call on Him?
The created call on the Creator?
Yes
No. He wouldn't hear
He would. He hears everything.
How?
How can He?
And why does He care? He shouldn't
Oh?
Why shouldn't He?
What created thing would call on the maker?
Yes
What would?
And even if He does hear, he doesn't listen
Hear
Hear and listen
The same yet different. Do you listen?
No
I only hear
I don't have time to listen. Who does?
Him
The Designer
He makes time. He listens. He loves
Why?
I don't understand
Why don't you ask Him for yourself?
He listens

Truth - Part 1

Real.
What is real?
Real is whatever you want it to be
No
Real is truth
Real is seeing the world clearly
Yes
Seeing the world
But who really can see the world?
Me
Can you?
Can you see it with perfect clarity?
No
Of course not
After all, you're only human
Yes
that's right
No one can really see reality
No?
No one at all?
How is it real if no one can see it?
Oh
I understand
Reality is relative, truth, an approximation
Yes
There is no truth
Reality is whatever you make of it
Why?
Well, why not?
If no one can see truth, it cannot exist

This college stuff is yuck

Books, meal plans, classes, lectures, schedules, deadlines, AAAAHHHHH! aka, college. That's right folks, I am now in the freaking out stage of college prep. Books have been ordered, classes assigned (well, most of them...), and now I'm patiently waiting for school to begin. Am I ready? Absolutely not. So often this week I've been finding myself wishing I was going anywhere but Framingham come Tuesday. Maybe I didn't seek God enough on this. Maybe I just did this because it's what all my friends are doing. Maybe I should wait a year. Maybe I should go do missions stuff instead of going to college. Oh yeah, missions. Sharing the gospel. Being a light in a world of darkness. Maybe this is what God wants me to do. Maybe if I get beyond my own discomfort and selfishness, I'll see a bigger plan that is much more involved than I could ever imagine. Maybe I could stop leaning on my own understanding and trust that God knows what He's doing. It sure makes my job a lot easier.

"Holy Father, keep them in your name, which you have given me, that they may be one, even as we are one." - John 17:11

Come to Me

I got back from Youth Camp 09 late Thursday evening...what an amazing time!! The Spirit was moving and the youth were responding. The sense I kept getting was that God really wanted youth, especially those who had grown up in Christians homes and knew the gospel, to respond to it. What I didn't realize was that this applied to me just as much as it applied to unsaved kids. Every time I sin, every time I disobey and rebel against God, I'm turning my back on Him. I'm rejecting the most precious gift that God could give. And I do it every day, every hour, every minute. But the incredible thing is, God's grace covers me. Every time I give in to my sinful desires, God says to me, "I still love you. I will always love you. There is nothing you can do that will make me stop loving you." What on earth did I do to deserve such love? How can I ever repay such devotion? I am so unfaithful and so unworthy of God's love, yet He forgives every impure thought and fleshly desire. What else can I do but return to Him on my knees and thank Him? I used to think that you would ask Jesus into your heart once, and that was it. No, you have to ask him back every time you've rejected him, which for me is all the time. This song popped into my head while we were worshiping on Monday night, and I really think it encompasses the sense that God was giving me:

Come to Me
Come and see
The perfect plan I have for you
The priceless give I gave to you
Come to Me
Come and be
Awed by my amazing grace
Dazzled by my loving face
Come to Me
Come

Silence

Silence

the absence of sound

waiting for sound

to break it

Sound 

the absence of silence

waiting for silence

to save it

Silent Sounds

noise screaming in the quiet

if you listen you can hear them

the aborted baby, the abused child,

the addicted boy, the pregnant girl,

the alcoholic man, the anorexic women,

screaming

screaming silently 

for help

Old Friends

They say old friends are the best friends. 

"Why?" I would argue. "Why are old friends the best? It seems kind of mean to your new friends to say 'well I like you, but you're not an old friend, so you can't be the best." 

I never understood that saying. Until now.

One of my best friends from Virginia just came up for a long weekend. We had kept in contact over the years, but it had been a while since I referred to her as a best friend. Naturally I was excited for her to come up and I anticipated making a memory or two. I was also a tiny bit apprehensive as to how the trip would go because a) it was a decently long trip and b) I hadn't spent real time with her in over 8 years, but I was confident we would be able to make it through the visit swimmingly. 

My mom and I picked her up from the train station late Thursday afternoon and immediately we clicked the same way we did so many years ago. "Wow," I thought, "this will be easy!" It was. We walked down memory lane, we made many more memories, we laughed, we talked, we listened to music, we watched movies. She met "my people" and every single person I introduced her to loved her. every. single. one. I'm always sad when visits end and friends from far away go home, but I'm usually ready to get back into the swing of life. I wasn't ready today when I watched Molly walk back into the train station to go home. 

Friends are funny things. Sometimes you enjoy them, sometime they annoy the heck out of you, but you always love your true friends. All friends are great, but old friends are the best.   

An ode to New England Weather

April showers
Bring May showers
Which bring June showers
And July showers

August showers
Bring September showers
And lots and lots of October showers

Maybe we'll see some Mayflowers in November.

I like rain. :)

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