Signs and Wonders
Yesterday is a wrinkle on your forehead
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Today is all you've got now
And today is all you'll ever have
Every time I take the bus to work or take the longer, comfortable route to school in the morning, I pass a revolving sign belonging to a company called Remco that specializes in writing fancy epitaphs on rocks to bury into the ground near the decomposing remains of human beings. Fittingly, the only major in-city boneyard sprawls neatly in rows about 50 feet from their backyard. Their sign boasts a cheesy, awful statement that changes intermittently. Their newest one is particularly retch-worthy.
TO LOVE AND BE
LOVED IS TO FEEL
THE SUN FROM
BOTH SIDES
Claims the sign. So how do I read this, with no real malice to the happy epitaph writers or the happy family members who smile and enjoy the saying? To allow yourself to love and be loved is going to get you charred black on both sides like a child's campfire hotdog. I mused over this in the morning again as I was on my way to the University for that Art thing. Love gets you burned. Simple as that. Sometimes I wonder about those infernal optimists. But then I realize that by the cultural standards of University, I am one. Go figure.
Maybe my reaction to this sign means I need to refocus life and become less cynical. Maybe it's a sign.
Hoping that he's bent for more than
Arguments and failed attempts to fly
It's snowing again, for the billionth time. I have had enough. On many mid-size front yards with a sidewalk parallel to the house, it's becoming difficult to see the front door. I kid you not. Snow, snow, go away, come again in late October. It may not rhyme, but I'm not going to honor the downdrift with couplets.
I found out recently that my church 24/7 prayer week has a lot of time slots open on Sunday afternoon, so I'm going to take advantage of that. Maybe it's a sign. I like doing all my churchiness on one day.
When everything inside me looks like everything I hate,
You are the hope I have to change...
Tonight I had a chance to do something really symbolic for Roberta's birthday, and I bought her a plastic Knight on a Horse. No, it's not about buying her a knight in shining armor. It has everything to do with a recent conversation about our place in the kingdom of God. I hope it resonates with her.
Roberta and I talk a lot about really personal, spiritual issues... I've found a lot of decisions I've made in the past year make me a nicer person all around to other people. The thoughts inside remain less palatable, and I'm a pretty negative person about some things. I need to work on it, and I know it.
Tonight when asked about Lent, I jokingly said I was fasting Lent for Lent. Really, I didn't feel called to anything yet. A post by my friend Jadon today about a sign in front of the Lutheran Campus Centre that I hadn't seen yet. It reads in part, This Lent, Fast from Criticism... I like that. I think that's what I'll do.
Maybe it's a sign.
Yesterday is a promise that you've broken
Today is all you've got now
And today is all you'll ever have
Every time I take the bus to work or take the longer, comfortable route to school in the morning, I pass a revolving sign belonging to a company called Remco that specializes in writing fancy epitaphs on rocks to bury into the ground near the decomposing remains of human beings. Fittingly, the only major in-city boneyard sprawls neatly in rows about 50 feet from their backyard. Their sign boasts a cheesy, awful statement that changes intermittently. Their newest one is particularly retch-worthy.
TO LOVE AND BE
LOVED IS TO FEEL
THE SUN FROM
BOTH SIDES
Claims the sign. So how do I read this, with no real malice to the happy epitaph writers or the happy family members who smile and enjoy the saying? To allow yourself to love and be loved is going to get you charred black on both sides like a child's campfire hotdog. I mused over this in the morning again as I was on my way to the University for that Art thing. Love gets you burned. Simple as that. Sometimes I wonder about those infernal optimists. But then I realize that by the cultural standards of University, I am one. Go figure.
Maybe my reaction to this sign means I need to refocus life and become less cynical. Maybe it's a sign.
Hoping that he's bent for more than
Arguments and failed attempts to fly
It's snowing again, for the billionth time. I have had enough. On many mid-size front yards with a sidewalk parallel to the house, it's becoming difficult to see the front door. I kid you not. Snow, snow, go away, come again in late October. It may not rhyme, but I'm not going to honor the downdrift with couplets.
I found out recently that my church 24/7 prayer week has a lot of time slots open on Sunday afternoon, so I'm going to take advantage of that. Maybe it's a sign. I like doing all my churchiness on one day.
When everything inside me looks like everything I hate,
You are the hope I have to change...
Tonight I had a chance to do something really symbolic for Roberta's birthday, and I bought her a plastic Knight on a Horse. No, it's not about buying her a knight in shining armor. It has everything to do with a recent conversation about our place in the kingdom of God. I hope it resonates with her.
Roberta and I talk a lot about really personal, spiritual issues... I've found a lot of decisions I've made in the past year make me a nicer person all around to other people. The thoughts inside remain less palatable, and I'm a pretty negative person about some things. I need to work on it, and I know it.
Tonight when asked about Lent, I jokingly said I was fasting Lent for Lent. Really, I didn't feel called to anything yet. A post by my friend Jadon today about a sign in front of the Lutheran Campus Centre that I hadn't seen yet. It reads in part, This Lent, Fast from Criticism... I like that. I think that's what I'll do.
Maybe it's a sign.