If wishes were fishes
I was going to write about other things. I had in mind to write about how worked sucked and I should find another job soon (without quitting this one until I find a new one). I was going to write about my excitement and apprehension of my first event as a Midrealmer. (Will I get along with people? Will I fit in? What will people think of this new guy?) I was going to write about how I miss gaming with people face to face.
But I just got done watching Prince of Egypt, and I am in a more metaphysical mood.
I find I envy Moses. I envy Peter and Mark. I envy Paul and Francis. They knew. I mean REALLY knew. I sort of believe. If asked I would say I am Christian, but I will find myself still doubting. How do I know? I don't. And to me knowing is different then believing. Knowing is more important. Maybe it shouldn't be. Maybe belief, and the faith that goes along with it, are not supposed to be known. And so I slog on, trying to make the faith I have and the world I live in mesh. They don't all the time.
Well that is enough soul searching for me. Maybe some Stargate Universe will get me out of this funk.
But I just got done watching Prince of Egypt, and I am in a more metaphysical mood.
I find I envy Moses. I envy Peter and Mark. I envy Paul and Francis. They knew. I mean REALLY knew. I sort of believe. If asked I would say I am Christian, but I will find myself still doubting. How do I know? I don't. And to me knowing is different then believing. Knowing is more important. Maybe it shouldn't be. Maybe belief, and the faith that goes along with it, are not supposed to be known. And so I slog on, trying to make the faith I have and the world I live in mesh. They don't all the time.
Well that is enough soul searching for me. Maybe some Stargate Universe will get me out of this funk.