I have dreamed so strongly of you.
I have walked so much, talked so much
So much I have loved your shadow
That there now remains for me nothing more of you,
It remains with me to be a shadow among shadows
To be a hundred times darker than the darkness
To be the shadow that will come and come again
Into your sun-blessed life. Read the rest of this entry »
So I’ve been hearing a great deal of Seahawks censure lately, ranging from a chastisement of Christians making the 12 an idol all the way to anger over “bandwagonners” (those fair-weather fans who only don the 12th man persona when the Seahawks make the championships). Read the rest of this entry »
I officially have pieces of my heart scattered all over the globe. When I look back across my travels I see a little plywood house in Ensenada with a neighborhood of kids who love soccer, a quiet seminary campus in the heart of Lima, a small shop-owner on a warm beach in the D.R., a Saturday of summer chores in Jalisco, and the biggest family you ever did see at la reunion in Chile.
I have friends from around the world who’ve touched my heart and taken a piece back home with them to Japan, Germany, Spain, and Saudi Arabia. And I’ve got teammates living in almost every state of the Union.
Sometimes I wonder why.
This post is in response to an earlier post called Challenger.
By far, the most common question asked by Christians and of Christians is this: “Why would a good God allow suffering on the Earth, especially the suffering of those He purportedly loves?” Read the rest of this entry »
Today marks the third anniversary of the birth of my blog. (I guess my blog looks like a middle-aged man. ^ Haha!)
I sure have come a long way since starting this web log. When I began, I was in my last year of college at CWU. Now, I am in my third year of teaching and my first year of marriage!
I sure hope that those of you reading this page have found encouragement and challenge in my writing.
Upcoming posts include the 5-part series to answer the top questions people have had about faith in God, (see inspiration for that post here) as well as some little inspirations that have been bouncing around in my brain for some time.
I’m always open to suggestions; if you have a neat idea or a tough question, I’d love to start a discussion! Feel free to post it in the comments.
Thank you for your readership.
Every year on Memorial Day weekend in Seattle there is a major swing dancing event called Camp Jitterbug. You thought the dancers in your life were crazy already? Get them all together in one place and they get even worse.
Last year, I had the privilege of attending this event. There are workshops all day and dances all night; enough to thoroughly exhaust a person by Monday. One thing I noticed in all of this bustle was that new moves were always so much easier during the class than they were on the dance floor.
I’ve been listening to love songs on youTube recently (The twisted romance in the films for my Hispanic Cinema class left me desirous for a love more pure, even if only in song), but I’m pretty picky about the lyric content of what I listen to, so I pay attention. In one playlist, I came across a song by Heartland called “I Loved Her First” (listen to it here with lyrics: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMC5ijcWMoQ). The song is from the perspective of a father about his daughter who is getting married. He tells the man involved “I was enough for her not long ago. I was her number one, she told me so, and she still means the world to me just so you know. So be careful when you hold my girl. ” Then the chorus goes: “I loved her first. I held her first…From the first breath she breathed, when she first smiled at me, I knew the love of a father runs deep.”
I thought the song was very sweet, but the first thing that came to mind was who really loved her first: Read the rest of this entry »