Sunday, September 28, 2008

late at night

So most days I'm pretty much convinced that I am a introvert pretending to be an extrovert. I am completely crazy because I moved 17 hours away from home and 7 hours away from 4 of my best friends to a town where I know no one. I am not very good at making friends and most of that comes from the fact that I am terrified to try and that is something I need to figure out. Once I figure out how to get over my insecurities and let these new people see what everyone else sees all will be fine but until then I am a little home sick and friend sick and trying to kick my butt into shape and be the person I know I am. 

Thursday, September 25, 2008

My Heart Broke a Little Tonight

So some background on my life. I have one roommate and she has a fiancé and we spend most evenings together because I know very few people and they don't do anything. Today he was talking about an email he got from a church he used to go to and how they got a new youth director and that they were starting a new thing where every last Sunday of the month they were going to go out into the community and serve the homeless and just the community in general on those last Sundays each month. Now me I was thinking about how awesome that was. They were exposing the high school students to a part of life they would probably rarely interact with. On top of all of that they were living out the gospel in loving these people and the greatest commandment. If we are loving others who are the imago dei (image of God) then we are loving God; at least these are the ways I think.

(Side note as to what's going on in my life right now: I am reading The Irresistible Revolution by Shane Claiborne right now and working on my Masters in Intercultural Studies because I want to live out the gospel here and abroad because I realized I wanted to do more then teach about Jesus I wanted to live like Jesus and show people Jesus, which I know you can do in a classroom but that isn't what God has put on my heart. CONCLUSION: I'm really into being in the community and living out what Jesus preached right now and always and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.)

My roommate and her fiancé did not like this idea of taking the high schoolers out into the community on Sundays. They (really only he did the talking) feel that children should be with their parents on Sunday’s and that they should be in church on Sunday because it is the Sabbath. I brought up the fact that the Sabbath isn't Sunday but just a day one sets aside to rest in God and worship God. He just kind of scoffed at this (not angry like but a scoff) and said yes but it is also a day set aside for worshiping God (somehow he couldn't see how spending time with the homeless was worshiping and loving God). Then I brought up the fact that they are living out the gospel and following Jesus by doing this. (Once again another scoff) He said that was the reason that the youth director used but he maintained that children should be in church on Sundays with their families and he said that by doing this they are breaking the first commandment which says love God first and then others second. And that is where our discussion ended.

My heart broke. I couldn't believe that he would look down upon people living out the gospel. I know he would have hated the church I went to in Humboldt because we didn't have church some Sundays so that people would be encouraged to go out and do service projects. I hated (yes a strong word) the way he looked at the greatest commandment. He saw them as two separate commandments when that isn’t at all what Jesus was saying. (Now you can argue with me on this that’s fine I’m just going off of what a pastor of mine once preached on and also what I personally see in the scriptures and in Jesus’ life) These two commandments go hand in hand; if we are honestly loving God then we will not be able to stop loving God’s people and since we are each image bearers by loving one another we are loving God. My roommates fiancé said that they should just do it on a different day but I think it is great they are doing it on a Sunday; a day that is notoriously known for bad drivers and bad tippers. Why don’t we try giving a different perception of Sunday’s since Sunday is just another day. We made Sunday the day to go to church not God, Shabbat (the Sabbath in Hebrew) is really from sundown on Friday to sundown on Saturday. In my opinion the best way to worship God and learn about God is to live out the gospel.

So my heart hurt tonight.

Thursday, September 18, 2008


Winter spring summer fall

Seasons of ached longing

Longing for water inside

Quenching thirst with desire

Passion with prescribed medication

Finding reasons for stitches

Pulled out in sections

Hidden choices and decisions

Saturday, September 6, 2008

wild apples ripen

all fall turns

late in season

ideal for roasting

presses getting ready

a bathtub setting
Warm breezes blow in from the east
gently moving the papers on the table
papers filled with poetry
filled with lists
and filled with notes
sending chills up my spine in this quiet apartment

Living North

So, I am in love with Missy Higgins. I had always liked but these past couple weeks I have just become a full blown lover of her music. I bought her CD On A Clear Night today and there was a song on it that I hadn't hear called "Going North" and I'm pretty sure she wrote it for me. Find it and listen to it if you ever get the chance. 

I wanna dance the tango with chance
I wanna ride on the wire
Cos nothing gets done with dust in your gun
And nobody respects a liar
So goodbye for a while I'm off to explore
Every boundery and every door
Yeah I'm going north

I wanna know where children go
If they never learnt to be cool
Cos nothings achieved when when pushed up a sleeve
Till nobody thinks you're a fool
So goodbye for a while I am out to learn more
About who I really was before
Yeah I'm going north

Up where the hunted hide with ease
Under the arms of eye-less trees
Up where the answers fall like leaves
Oh and your love is all I need
Yeah I'm going north

Thursday, September 4, 2008

I accidentally fell in love with you.

Somewhere inbetween here and there I found you in my sight,
growing moss from being forgotten.

The cheaply fastened box did not hide my secrets very well
as we shared our treasure troves.

I pretended that I did not care that you
(an accident)
could see me so intimately
I kick the curb
with untied shoelaces
finding it so easy to trip and fall,
over my words
that needlessly and thoughtlessly come out
in twos and threes
and sometimes entire phrases of worthless banter
meant to fill the void in this room that I find,
and so I attempt to fill it
with something--anything
to take my mind off the pit in my stomach
and the ache in my heart

A Practice in Pink

Pink flamingos that run through fields of red #40 and yellow #5 trying to break through a world of tutus and Barbie and Hello Kitty, all the while attempting to hold on to punk rock hair and hide the kind of scars that only cherry blossoms can leave behind, as you're stuck in the margin lines of rose petals and babies not wanting one or the other because to give in means to give up on sunsets and speeding tickets...